𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

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"Wake up bitch we got practice" It's a good thing your parents were out for for because if they heard Kenma burst into your room like that you would not hear the end of it.

He wasn't even loud, but he made his presence clear.

"Why don't you get Kuroo to drop you?" You groan, packing your titties into your white tank top in efforts to clothe yourself since the door was now open.

"Didn't I tell you about the 7 car crashes?" He finishes pulling down his black tee over him, hair clipped back by those strawberry clips you lent him that one day. How does one look so glowing this early in the morning?

"Shit" you rub your eyes "why are you in here?" You we're still recovering from the amazing sleep that hit you after what happened last night

"I don't know where anything is in your bathroom" he answers quietly, leaned up on the doorway patiently. That was your signal to get up

"Hold on let me help you" you pull on a pair of shorts, abandoning the temptingly comfortable spot on your bed.

You fix the straps on your top, flipping your hair behind you "Also if you call me bitch again I'll stuff your face with—"

"Don't finish that sentance" he stops you "it's too early to be horny" he walks out with a blunt response

"And you cut me off? Be glad I'm half asleep" you suck your teeth and follow right behind him, right into your bathroom.

It's rather cramped with two people in it, both of you struggling to stay standing in front of the morning.

Kenma just sits on the side of the tub as you rifle through the messy compartments for the new pack of toothbrushes you always seemed to have.

You keep your hand on the sink as you bend in search of all he could possibly need, pulling out a good amount of things.

It was clear he already showered, dampness clinging to his hair.

"Alright heres the toothbrushes, tooth paste, and umm..we got rags here" you pat the stack you retrieved from beneath the sink "oh and lotion" you pat the top of the Cocoa butter lotion container

"You need anything else?" He simply looks up at you and blinks "don't sit there looking stupid, you got practice and I got a tattoo appointment today"

"Yeah thanks.."

"Don't take five hours please" you pat his head before heading back towards your room in search for an outfit to wear.

It takes a good fifteen minutes skimming over the giant mass in your closet before finding the very shirt you were looking for even though you had looked through that section five time over already.

When you return he's quietly getting ready, wringing out his rag a few times before actually running it over his face. He's got his eyes on one thing at a time, getting everything together attentively.

You've had to watch plenty of people get ready but the difference between them and him is the way the dark fabric hugs his delicately made shape, forming just barely against his toned stomach and doing wonders for his shape.