Kenma's fingers flatter across the keyboard. He's texting Shouyou, again. Kuroo's been trying to get him to watch 101 Dalmatians instead of playing games on his phone, but he's pretty sure he doesn't really mind. He and Kuroo have been friends since they were kids, so Kuroo's probably glad to see him make a new friend. It's been that way since Karasuno came to Tokyo for their first practice match. From the moment they met, Shouyou had been full of questions and energy, and somehow he still had more. He always had something to say or something to tall about. That's what made him special, that's what made him Shouyou. Shouyou didn't mind that Kenma didn't talk much or have a lot to say when they came to practice or if Shouyou called. Kenma was better with texting anyway. Texting and video games, and getting Shou to join him in games and laughing at him when he got excited.
Kuroo is his best friend, always had and always will. Even though he could be problematic, he was always there for Kenma. He been a loyal friend. But Shouyou was a close second. A ball of orange fluff that had suddenly jumped into his life and shone so brightly, Kenma couldn't imagine not messaging him every day. Right now he was smiling down at his phone as Shouyou send pictures of Natsu trying to tie his hair up in Little tufts of orange, stickers on his face. He looked mock-pained. It was adorable. It was one of the better days. They didn't have practice, they were both sat on the couch, his feet in Kuroo's lap. Not that he didn't like volley or his team. Kuroo pointing out everything about to happen. This is like the twentieth time they'd watched it. Apparent Kuroo just really liked dogs. Dogs had too much energy and affection for Kenma's liking. Cats were quiet, they liked sleep, they were independent. Kenma was quiet, he liked sleep. Why could he have been a cat?
Kenma was completely satisfied with his life. Well almost, he had good friends, his grades were pretty good, he was pretty smart, be was somewhat athletic. In the grand scheme of things, he thinks, he can't complain. There are people who are dying of starvation and dehydration and any number of incurable diseases. It could be worse.
By the time he puts down his game and looks at Kuroo, he's asleep. There has gone into standby and Shouyou hasn't replied in a while. He'd put Natsu to bed, he'd probably fallen asleep on his phone again. Shouyou would try to stay up because he knew sometimes Kenma wouldn't sleep till the early hours of the morning. It's black outside. Kuroo is snoring and there's drool on the shoulder of his shirt. He should probably go to sleep too, he had school in the morning. He lifts his feet off Kuroo and grabs the throw hanging over the back of the couch and places it over Kuroo.