𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 ⇒ 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

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  sunlight peeked through the half open blinds, creating a stream of light that shone in the nineteen year old's face. the fan buzzed, only blowing warm air. blankets scattered the floor, adding the messiness that made up the room. magazines and books littered the floor, a clear tripping hazard.

  groaning escaped from the 'adult's' mouth as he twisted and turned in the dampened mattress. sweat dripped from his body and onto his himself creating the layer of stickiness that covered him. the heat was unbearable. the fan was useless. and lucky him, the a/c was broken.

kenma stirred in his uncomfortably warm bed. one of his golden eyes fluttering open then closing shut. damnit. he sat up in his bed, dangling his feet by the bed. the bandaid that formerly lay flat on his knee slowly peeled off. it was utterly useless in this state. he picked it off and placed it on his sheets.

  he jumped off of the bed, now with one eye barely opened. on his way to the window, he ended up tripping and nearly falling on one of his many items that added to the list of tripping hazards. sighing, he continued too tired to complain.

 
  he shut the curtains with a swift tug at both ends. though it didn't do much since well, they were transparent and he couldn't close the blinds since he was apparently allergic to effort. the doctor's note he used for that ridiculous reason hung neatly on his wall.

kenma trudged back to his bed, not to lay down, but to check his phone. the brightness hit him in the face like a slap. he fumbled with the controls, struggling to do the simplest thing. he hummed in annoyance when the task was completed.

  he had no notifications which didn't bother him at all. the silence was one thing he could tolerate. his thumb pressed lightly on the weather app. seven times. the sweat in his hands prevented the phone from recognizing the fact he was clicking on it.

  oh, 30°C. kenma calmly placed the phone down. wait, thirty degrees?! he held his face in his hands, sighing to himself. removing his hands, his wiped the liquid onto his exposed thighs. nasty.

  he left his room to freshen up in the bathroom. he needed to go somewhere with an a/c if he didn't want to melt like a popsicle left out in the sun. he groggily brushed his teeth and ran water from his his sink all over his head. he picked his head up to stare at his reflection. water dripped down his facial features. every strand of hair stuck down like glue.

  "i look ridiculous." the corner of his mouth tugged, slanting upwards, transforming his expression into a slightly concealed smirk. "perfect."

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the boy with bad roots say hidden under a sun hat by his escape from the heat and local source of entertainment. the sound of shuffling in the establishment clearly meant someone was in there, but most likely setting up. and by someone he meant himekawa.