Haikyuu! Striking Thoughts

Cold Treatment

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Right after blinking his eyes open first thing in the morning, what a certain cat-like guy would do is to search for his phone around the sheets and play with it. Normal people would stretch, would drink cups of water or stumble their way to the bathroom to wash up. Kenma is unfortunately not like them. Phone first seems to be his principle. Every person who knew him is well aware of the fact that the said gadget serves as a connection to his body. He never lets the precious object go and not once did they ever see him without holding a phone or a game console. Kenma was known for that. As if he minds it. Someone suddenly stirred from behind Kenma. His rooster hair tickled the blonde's neck and the boy shifted from his position or else he'll lose the game he's currently in. Kuroo mumbled words in his sleep, pulling Kenma close with his arm he hardly noticed was draped across his belly. Then he woke up. "Morning," Kuroo's voice was thick with sleep. Kenma payed no attention as he kept his eyes glued on the screen. He kissed the boy's temple, accustomed to the cold treatment. He then slip a hand through his shirt, feeling his soft skin and stopping at his chest. Kuroo was too used to it now that he knew exactly how to get the younger's attention. He felt Kenma shiver under his touch. "Got you," he smirked through his hair. "Alright," Kenma surrendered with a blush. "I'm up."