SLEEPOVER [Kuroo Tetsurou] [EDITING!]

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The moving process goes smoothly as planned weeks later, seeing Kuroo indeed, didn't have that much belongings to bring along with him.

A quiet giggle leaves [Name's] lips upon gazing at the volleyball in his hand, him looking at the very amused female in bewilderment. All he receives as a reply is a shake of her head as she gestures for him to come inside. It's handy that the apartment unit houses two bedrooms; one obviously belonging to the female and the other remains untouched as a guest room. [Name] considers it to be her father's room whenever he came to visit. But she decides on calling it a guest room for a more general term as he is a busy man and only gets to visit Tokyo once or twice a year and the fact she lets her friends crash her place from time to time too.

[Name] ends up helping Kuroo settle in his room, which is directly next to hers. She made sure to help him familiarize himself with the house rules and what he should and should not do for to not get the risk of kicking him out of her humble abode. Even if it's unlikely that she will, yet the man listens diligently to her heeds anyway, taking mental notes of each pointers. He prefers to not get kicked out for fucking up the simplest of things. He finally got a roof over his head, without having to worry about rent, of course he wont pass up the golden opportunity.

The past few days of him making a permanent face in her home goes smoothly, to her relief. He lived up to every expectation she had that ranges from washing the dishes whenever the the sink is close to overflowing with china, to cooking dinner every once in a while. It leaves her pleasantly awed that his cooking is exceptionally delicious and she indeed felt like everything would go into her favor.

That is, Kuroo marked his full two months of living under her roof.

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[Name] arrives home from school, borderline exhausted from the activities she was involved in prior to her current predicament. She made sure that Kuroo was aware that she'll be home late beforehand, and that she'll be eating out with some colleagues too. He confirmed that there was no need to bring home any take-out when she asked and reassures her that he'll be fine cooking his own dinner for the night.

The first thing to greet the tired woman when she kicks the door shut is the pilled dishes in the kitchen sink.

Who the hell would use this much plates in one day?

She figures Kuroo is just as exhausted as she is so she thinks against asking him to do the dishes (it's kind of rude to ask him when she's fully capable to do it herself), assuming he is asleep when she can't make out any noise behind his closed door.

So she washes the dishes.

It's no big deal really. She's already used to cleaning up. Having to wash her own dishes ever since she started living on her own is a piece of cake, it's second nature to her.

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The mountain of clothes is on the verge of tipping when she sets foot into the shared bathroom, her jaw slack as she continues to gaze at the fabric upon fabric stuffed into the much too small laundry basket.

It's around six in the morning and a sigh in relief puffs past her lips when recalling that she still has two hours left before opening hours at Amertume. She opts on using the extra time to throw everything into the washing machine to at least get a head start.

"Kuroo? Will you be able to throw the laundry in the dryer? My shift starts in two hours but I still have to leave early to open the café and organize stuff." She reasons, trudging towards the kitchen to prepare her morning tea.

Kuroo is currently sits at the dining table, munching away on his toast as he sips his coffee. His sharp eyes flicker towards her back when she get onto her tippy-toes, grabbing the box of black tea from the cupboard with his gaze blatantly trailing downwards to openly gaze upon her ass. He promptly averts his eyes as soon as he realizes there's a chance that he may be murdered in broad daylight if he continues his ogling further.