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¡ ate deown !

january
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You looked up at the dark sky, clouds covering every inch of it and reducing the amount of light all over the city today. It was so gloomy, rain drizzling down onto the pavement, darkening it, and thunder interrupting every thought that fished in your mind.

"Kuroo is saying that he misses you in the group chat." Kenma let you know in your headphones, reminding you of the phone call that you were on.

"Oh," Lev interjected, "he's also saying that you're his and you should wait until daddy gets home to take care of his beautiful omega kitten-whiskers—WHAT?"

"Oh, tell him I said thanks!" you told them, smiling at the information. "Anyway, I'm getting to class now, but I'll talk to you guys later."

You hung up the phone just before walking into the visual arts building, finally being sheltered from the light droplets from the sky. It was bustling with activity as always, you even heard a trumpet player further down the hall, seeing glimpses of a crowd watching—weird, since it was a visual art building, not performing arts. Unfortunately, with only a few minutes left until class started, you chose to prioritize your education and didn't get to see it.

The room was still mostly empty though, surprisingly. Apparently, according to a girl jogging out of the room as you approached, most people had actually left to watch the trumpet player—including your professor. You considered turning back and walking down the hall to see the show yourself, but you were already there and—even though you tried to convince yourself otherwise—there was really no point.

You stepped into the class, though your mind was distracted by thoughts of the trumpet player you were missing out on, and nearly stepped on something before just narrowly avoiding it. You turned to see what was on the ground and found that it was...a randomly placed stray banana peel?

"What the fuck is a banana peel doing on the ground?" You questioned quietly, staring at it a little harder before shrugging.

Someone should probably pick that up.

Unexpectedly, Suna wasn't at your table either, which made you assume he was watching the trumpet player too. Thator he was running late, which wasn't completely out of character for him despite this being his favorite class (even if he it). You weren't dedicated enough to actually check on him, so you took your seat and pulled your phone out of your pocket, resting your elbows on the table.

Your fingers were somehow still greasy from the French fries you'd eaten this morning, which both irked you and grossed you out. Even more than those two, it annoyed you badly to be fumbling around the screen, pressing buttons you didn't mean to. Jesus this was horrible. At some point the camera app opened, pointing to the door.

"Damn it—ugh, I need a napkin. I shouldn't have used Yemi's dumb hand sanitizer." you muttered.

You were fumbling to close out of the app, but your phone was slipping and instead of swiping out of the camera, you accidentally took a photo. At the same time, you heard a loud thump from the front. You put your phone down and looked up along with the three other people in class.

"Why the fuck is there a banana peel on the ground?!"

Suna was standing, holding onto the professor's desk for dear life, looking pale and heavily breathing. The banana peel was half-crushed on the ground.