it was a regular thursday afternoon, it was after school and you had finished all your homework so now you had no work. how fun, right?
your friend, daphne, gave you her number as she had gotten a brand new phone number. sure— it was a little annoying but nonetheless you grabbed your phone and started typing.
you were lying down on your soft, warm bed, wrapped up in your comfy, fluffy blanket. you could of fooled yourself that this was heaven, and not your bed.
you typed in the contact information box what your thought was your friends number. unbeknownst to you, you misread a number.. what you thought was 1, was actually a 7..
you were exhausted from school, you just wanted to vent to her and rant about all of your problems and how shitty your math teacher was.
school was tough today, double math in the morning. i mean— that's absolutely criminal! at 8 in the morning, you don't even know what year we are in but here you are, trying to solve calculus. insane, right?
and don't even get me started on the harsh, fluorescent lights that were practically blinding you.
you sighed softly, then sent a text to who you thought was your best friend.
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you sent her a text, exited to tell her all about your day.
almost immediately, you got another text.
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her tone threw you off, but you thought that she probably forgot that she gave you her number.
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(kenma's pov)
kenma was walking beside kuroo down the crowded hallways, he had his switch in his hand, barely paying attention to the chaos around them.
kuroo was rambling on and on about some 'new' volleyball strategy he found out, but he knew just he probably learnt it off tiktok or something like that. he waved his hands around, sort of like a lunatic, while he continued to rant on about the strategy and saying how it was so 'amazing' and 'smart'. kenma, ofcourse, just listened to him, until his phone vibrated in his pocket.
normally, he would of just ignored the message. but, curiously made him pull his phone out of his pocket.
the screen lit up with a singular message from an unknown number.
