𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫.

wrap it up !!

november
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10:17 am

you
only got one more class today let's meet up at 3!

kuroo 🔥💯🆘❤️‍🔥🗡️
Okay! 😆
What's the activity looking like

you
dawg we're thrifting
how many times do I have to say this

kuroo 🔥💯🆘❤️‍🔥🗡️
Oops I forgot
You know my grandpa has dementia leave me alone 😢

you
yeah true you are reaching dementia age huh...

kuroo 🔥💯🆘❤️‍🔥🗡️
Stop I am not that old
Can we go to the arcade after I'm not a huge thrifter 🙁

you
yeah that's cool with me grandpa
see you later

kuroo 🔥💯🆘❤️‍🔥🗡️
Alright daddy's gonna go get ready, see you later kitten 😈

you
heh...yare yare...dattebayo! 😅

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"You do realize that I'm watching this entire conversation unfold, right?" Kenma asked. "You don't have to keep screen sharing. In fact, please stop so I don't have to see you two be so weird."

"No, this is what you deserve for being lazy and not hanging out with us." You chided.

"I already saw Kuro last week, and we're on the phone so I don't really need to see you. Plus, I have to stream today...some of us have jobs, N/n." he explained rudely. You pursed your lips at your phone, watching Kenma aggressively tap his keyboard to play whatever stupid game was on his screen.

"Your 'job' consists of playing games—and half of the time it's just Roblox with Shoyo! I really don't want you to act like you're actually a contributing member of society."

"Well my bank account says I am, so." he flipped you off jokingly. You rolled your eyes, catching a glimpse of the bus approaching from down the street.

"I hate that you're rich. Kenma, donate a thousand dollars to my bank account if you really love me."

"No."

"Worth a shot. Heading to class now, bye!"

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3:15 pm

"There's no way we were both fifteen minutes late." Kuroo heaved, leaning heavily onto the wall as he tried to catch his breath. You crouched down, unable to stand any longer but not trusting the ground enough to fully sit.

"You should've just told me you weren't here yet!" You argued, breathing just as heavily as he was. "Why are you so tired? You're an athlete!"

"No I'm not, I'm a business major!" He reminded you with a groan. No matter how many times he told you again and again that he no longer played on a volleyball team, you would never stop regarding Kuroo as the powerhouse player that he was for so many years straight.

You stood up after catching your breath, stretching your legs. When you'd both finally gotten over the tiredness of sprinting to meet each other because you were too scared to admit to the other that you hadn't arrived yet.