Coffee - Kuroken

Chapter 13 - Future

 I submitted a file to my boss, and closed my computer. I picked up my phone, and went to snapchat, an app I hadn't used in years. I scrolled all the way down to memories from 5 years ago, and noticed pictures of me and Kenma back when we were dating.

"Holy shit, I looked young." I said to myself, smiling at the memories. I scrolled through the memories for more time than I probably should've, and began to recognize that I miss him. I really miss him. I can't make a big deal out of it. I pushed the thoughts aside, and scrolled up a little bit.

There was a picture taken with flash of me crying. I don't know why that was such a thing back then. I looked like I had a long night. I checked the date, and noticed it was from a few days after we decided to take a break. I desperately wanted to tell young Kuroo that he was gonna get better, but I'm not sure if I have.

I looked at another photo, and it was of me before my graduation. That was 5 years ago. It feels like it was so close, but it was so far.

I shoved the sentiments down and went to my room, picking out some clothes to run in. Running has become my escape, and it's definitely working, because I've been much more productive recently.

I walked out of the apartment, and into the cold air. I started running, and let my mind roam,

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I stopped for a second, and urged myself to keep going, even though the pain that came with running was blinding.

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I got back to my apartment, and noticed the time. I was out running for an hour?!?!?! I was appalled, but also glad that I could pass the time in a good way.

I walked into the small space, and felt instantly musty. The dishes weren't done, and there was laundry sitting all over the floor.

I got in the shower, and took probably the fastest shower of my life before changing immediately and getting out my cleaning supplies. I did every dish, and cleaned every piece of laundry off the floor. I felt so good about myself.

"I'm thriving." I said out loud, knowing no one was listening but myself. I went to the couch, and sprayed fabric refresher on it, since it was getting a weird dust-like smell on it.

After I was done, the apartment felt much more refreshing, and it was spotless. My conscience also felt clean, which was the best feeling ever. I put all the cleaning ingredients away, and took out some cooking supplies.

I made some quick pasta, and enjoyed it in the silence of my own home. Having a stable system as your daily routine is a blessing, and I was grateful that I had finally achieved such stability.