"kenma decided that one was a nice number."
kenma kozume is a seventeen year old boy. he used to go to nekoma high school but his mother homeschooled him when he was fourteen. he receives a text from an unknown number one night and his curiosity get...
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kuroo: good morning kitten :)))) i'm about to head into school but i hope your classes go well :))) talk to u soon
kenma: i'd tell you to have fun but i know school isn't fun
kuroo: the work isn't that fun but volleyball practice after school is 😀😀
kenma: the work is fine as long as you actually do it right the first time
kuroo: don't come for me 😤 i'm trying
kenma: grades?
kuroo: hey don't ask about my grades >:| that's like asking a woman how old she is or a midget how tall they are
kenma: how tall are you
kuroo: stop trying to BULLY me ! i'm 6'1
kuroo: 6'1.9
kenma: .9?
kuroo: it's important
kuroo: hey gotta go now see ya
kenma: bye
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kenma cracked his knuckles and he leaned back, the tension leaving his shoulders.
he released a yawn and closed his eyes, considering sleep. but he knew that he didn't want to.
he'd just finished his classes and he knew that if he missed the kids, he'd have a bad day.
someone might think it was creepy. but.. kenma enjoyed watching them all walk by. it made him feel nice.
he wore a black t shirt with a cat face on it, gray sweatpants with white strings tied in a haphazard bow, and black socks. he was surprised his socks matched.
he plopped off his bed and skipped to the window, pulling his curtains apart. he faintly grinned as the two boys came into view, this time pole in the back.
black hair was in the lead, his hair hanging in his face as he stared down at his phone. pole shambled behind him, head hanging.
