Chapter 14.

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The next morning, Kageyama rolled out of bed, still extremely tired, but aware he wouldn't be able to get anymore rest. He walked into the bathroom and saw that he was starting to get dark circles under his eyes. That was the least of his problems, so he decided not to worry about it. He checked the time at saw that it was nine, which was later than he'd expected. He walked back into his room and looked around for his phone to text Kuroo. Just as he found it, sitting on top of his dresser, there was a knock at the front door. Kageyama set it down again and went to see who it was. Kuroo greeted him as the door opened.

Kageyama was surprised, "Kuroo? I hadn't even texted you yet."

Kuroo pushed past Kageyama and into the house, "Yeah, but I'm here anyway. I'm going to give you a good start to your day."

Kageyama looked around, "I see that Kenma didn't come with you."

"Yeah, he's still sleeping, he's not really a morning person, but he'll be up in an hour or two. Then, he'll probably stream for a bit before class. Anyway, I'm not here to talk about Kenma, though I could do that all day, I'm here to make sure you're taking care of yourself. Speaking of, no offense, but you really need a shower." Kageyama knew Kuroo was right, so he didn't argue, and went to grab some clean clothes from his room while Kuroo wandered around Kageyama's house.

As Kageyama took off his clothes and got in the warm water, he realized what a good idea showering was. He still had dried blood from two days ago on his torso and under his nails. After some vigorous scrubbing, he was finally able to get it all off and he felt a little better. He finished showering and put on the clean clothes. He stepped out of the bathroom and began searching for Kuroo. Kageyama found him looking around the kitchen.

"Kageyama, you don't have any food," Kuroo said.

Kageyama began opening the fridge, "I mean I have some--"

"No," Kuroo interrupted and shutting it again, "You have nothing." He grabbed Kageyama's arm and pulled him out the front door. Kageyama pushed Kuroo away and went back inside to grab his backpack and a book. As soon as that was done, Kuroo ushered Kageyama to the car and told him to get in.

"Okay, we're buying breakfast. Do you have a favorite place that you like to go?"

"Uh, not really," Kageyama responded.

"You're useless," Kuroo sighed.

They stopped at a drive-thru and ate while they made the rest of the way to the hospital. As soon as Kuroo stopped the car, Kageyama leaped out, without even waiting for Kuroo to finish taking off his seatbelt. Kuroo chased after him, and they ran through the hospital doors together. They climbed the stairs up to Hinata's room and Kageyama and Kuroo sat down next to each other, while Kageyama slipped his hand into Hinata's. Kuroo pulled out his phone, "I got a notification that Kenma started streaming. Do you want to watch him with me?"

"Sure," Kageyama responded. Kuroo seemed delighted at this and immediately opened the stream. Today Kenma had chosen a world building game. He'd done this so that he wouldn't have to rely on other people to do well.

"I learned my lesson from last time," Kenma was saying. He began building a house for himself and running around to meet all the NPCs. Kageyama quickly realized that Kenma could get mad at any video game, no matter what it was. He kept yelling at the different animals to get out of his way as he looked around for materials and when he got to the general store to buy some supplies, he got very upset with the shopkeeper.

"No! That is way too much for a pair of shoes. Why are they even a required item? I go around without shoes all the time," Kenma said angrily, "Why can't you barter in this game? I would be amazing at it, and I would get him to lower his ridiculous prices." He glanced at the comments that people were leaving, "Shut up, I'm not buying the fucking shoes! Especially not the most expensive pair!" Kageyama was finding himself becoming oddly invested in this stream.

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