@kuroodrip ㅤㅤ* two days. four consecutive hours of sleep. kenma's vision blurred periodically throughout the day, movements sluggish despite how assiduously he attempted to remain nimble. it all seemed so futile — no matter how hard he tried, practice was still thrown, because of / him / . what about that was okay? * . . i'm fine, kuroo. * and still, he lied. swiping a hand over his face, the blond let one final sigh flutter from his lips, before rising to his sore feet agonizingly slow * i just needed a small break. i can go back in.