(Anyways, y'all ever get that strong urge to shave off your hair?)
It was normal for Kenma's parents to go out of town. Normally for business matters. And during those times Kuroo practically lived at his place just to be sure Kenma was actually taking care of himself.
This time he had been a little late, managing to get caught up on homework Kuroo wanting to finish up before going over. When he had finished he was practically running out being sure to grab what he needed. When he arrived the door was already open and though he was confused Kuroo didn't think much of it as he locked the door behind him.
"Kenma?" He called but he didn't get a response. Kuroo looked in the living room then the kitchen. He started to walk down the hallway until he started to hear music playing quietly. He followed the noise to the bathroom and cautiously pushed open the door. "Kenma...?" He repeated quietly before taking in the sight.
Kenma's gaze had snapped up to his friend. He was standing in front of the mirror, his phone set to the side as he held a pair of scissors and in the other hand a chunk of hair. It took a moment for Kuroo to realize that was actually Kenma's hair. There were strands fallen onto the sink and messy clumps on the floor.
