Feel free to gasp in shock at this update, I sure as heck am in awe that I managed to get this finished xD As you guys have noticed, I've been procrastinating… a lot. But, since this was done, I wanted to put it out there :)
Huge thanks to all who reviewed, seriously, that's the reason I write sometimes.
I've been recently struggling a bit with writer's block, in a sense of my silly brain telling me that I'm a poor writer, so I'm making no promises on future updates time-wise. I'm sorry :(
Enjoy!
Chapter 30: Sound advice in unlikely places
Haru changed into a more comfortable set of clothes in her room before she started packing. She picked out a dark pair of old jean shorts and a tank top which left her arms bare and showed off some cleavage, rather tastefully. It was loose on her and gave her the mobility she needed to get started. Taking out her suitcase was almost nostalgic. She could recall how she'd packed in the little purple thing just mere months ago to go on a vacation with her brother and parents to the beach. But, this wasn't a trip to the beach. It was far from it.
She chose clothes which were comfortable and suited the purpose of the trip. Her Nekoma jersey was a given, a small black dress she'd gotten for formal occasions, in case they had a dinner which was a bit fancier and plenty of jeans and shorts, along with sweatpants, to go with her T-shirts and loose tank tops, which she could wear while working. Choosing socks was merely grabbing a few multi-colored ones from her drawer and tossing them into the suitcase. Undergarments were pretty much the same routine as with the socks. Grab what felt right and toss it in.
While she was folding T-shirts, she decided to ring Akari and update her on the situation. She chose to video call, instead of simply dialing the number. Her friend picked up after the third ring, her face appearing in the dim light of her room. Akari had a set of twinkly lights which she used at night while she wasn't studying, and they were the only thing turned on at that moment.
"Wassup, Harucchi?" the girl asked, tilting her head so that she could continue brushing her hair as she talked on the phone.
"I'm leaving," Haru replied, placing the folded shirt into her suitcase. Instantly, Akari dropped her brush.
"Now, now," the girl said, grabbing her phone. "Don't be rash. A few issues with Kuroo-sempai isn't a good reason to flee the country." Haru laughed, guessing that she could've opened a little more clearly.
"I'm not running from Kuroo," she elaborated. "I asked my dad to teach me how to be a better manager for the team, so I'm going to Germany with him and his boys."
"Oh," Akari placed the phone down again, reaching for her brush and twirling it in her hands. "Did you tell Kuroo?"
"I'm going to," Haru replied, though her voice clearly spelled out 'guilty' in large, red letters. "Eventually."
"Oh my God," Akari groaned. "Just talk to the poor boy before he goes nuts!" Haru laughed, nodding.
"I will, I swear," she promised. "But, I wanted to ask you if you could take notes for me in class? I'm going to be gone for a week and a half, and I will need to catch up meantime or on the way back." Akari frowned, resuming her work on her locks.
"Sure, I'll take notes," she told the girl. "But, school isn't really a problem. Are you sure you aren't running away, even temporarily?" Haru paused in folding a shirt, looking at the camera thoughtfully.
"I don't know," she finally said in a low voice. "Maybe I am?"
"As long as you know what you're doing," Akari shrugged. "I won't tell you to pass up a good opportunity or anything, but be aware of what you're choosing and why you're doing so."
"You know," Haru sighed. "You're too smart for your age." At that, Akari gave an exaggerated flap of her long eyelashes theatrically.
"I'm just perfect, what can I say?" The girls laughed, but Haru's heart wasn't in it. And, they both felt it.
"Thanks," the half-Cuban girl finally said, tossing one more shirt into her suitcase. "I'll call you when we land?"
"Sure, have a safe trip!" And Akari hung up, leaving Haru alone in her room, with an open suitcase. The girl completed her packing, closing the bag when she was happy about her job. She stared at it for a moment, her hands going up to undo her tight bun. Messy dark hair spilled over her shoulders and she fingered one of the locks, thinking. Kuroo always said how her curls were beautiful. He couldn't keep his hands away from them when they were loose. He was always telling her how she's really pretty and how she needed to let herself be beautiful, not hide it.
Haru turned so that she could see herself in the mirror, looking at the reflection of the teenage girl which stared back. Her shorts showed off her hips and toned legs. She had thick thighs, which she didn't like. She also had a big arse, which Akari always said was perfect for twerking. Haru didn't like to even imagine herself do that. Her sports bra was comfortable, and held her chest nicely, even making it look a bit smaller than it was. Her tank top fell nicely around her breasts and waist, masking the small amount of fat she had on her stomach. But, it was her hair which immediately grabbed attention. It was wild, rising off of her head and falling down her shoulder in waves of curls. She looked smaller when she let her hair down. The messy mass somehow dwarfed her. What did Kuroo see that he liked so much? She didn't know. She really didn't know. But, there was one thing Haru did know. It was alright if she was ready to disappoint herself, but she could never, ever, disappoint a person who believed the parts she thought worst to be her best assets. Because Kuroo liking her hadn't been superficial at all, and he had proven that. He deserved better.
She grabbed her cellphone, looking at it for a second. It was eight in the evening. She could still call Kuroo and not be rude doing so. But, telling him that she'd be leaving for a week and a half wasn't really something she wanted to tell him over the phone. Be honest and upfront, the Google search had told her in her tips to being a good girlfriend. Kuroo had also told her to always come to him when she was having issues. So, Haru stuffed her phone into the back pocket of her shorts, grabbed her wallet and ran downstairs, heart beating a quick staccato in her ears.
"I'm going to go over to Kuroo-sempai's real quick!" she yelled out to her dad, who was still watching the game on TV. "I'll be back before the last train leaves."
"Be safe!" Dari yelled back as she was tying her sneakers and running out the door, keys in hand. Haru took a big breath, sprinting down the street. She needed to talk to Kuroo face to face before she left.
Haru was a mess by the time she'd run up the street to the front gate of Kuroo's house. She was certain that her hair was all over the place and that she was sweating in the summer evening's heat, but she had to do this while she still had the courage. Bracing herself, the girl entered through the small iron gate, closing it politely behind herself and then walking up through the tiny garden and to the front door. She took a deep breath, steeling herself and then rang the doorbell.
Moments passed and her mind was left churning, all alone, in front of Kuroo's door. It was a battle she knew she would lose even before it had begun. Her worst-case scenario paranoia was a bit too much, and the girl shut her eyes, hands fisting at her sides, before she turned to walk away. She could just text him. Or, she could record a voice message, if need be. There had to be a better solution than embarrassment.
"Ah, you're Tetsurō's manager, aren't you?" the female voice made her stop in her hasty retreat. Haru winced as she turned around, forcing a polite smile to her face. "Haru-chan, right?" Junko was standing at the door, in a nice summer dress and an apron, a bit of flour on her cheek and a kitchen rag in her hands.
"Ah, yes, ma'am," Haru replied, bowing politely. Manager? Kuroo hadn't told his mother that she was his girlfriend? Her brain tossed itself yet into another mental set of athletics, panicking all over the place.
"Tetsurō isn't home right now," Junko told her, tilting her head to the side. "But, you're welcome to come in and wait for him? He should be returning from his friend's place in a bit. They're studying for exams, apparently."
"U-um, I don't want to intrude-"
"Nonsense, come in and wait with me, why don't you?" Junko wasn't taking no for an answer, apparently. Haru politely bowed and said thanks, entering the familiar home. Kuroo had told her how his mother tended to be pushy, and the girl could testify to that fact. The woman had captured her like a lioness on a hunt with her words, not letting the teen escape further humiliation. "I'll just go check on the dough before it hardens," Junko told her, leaving the girl alone to take off her sneakers and then wander into the house.
"Thank you for having me," Haru politely trailed behind the woman into the kitchen, finding her already at the counter, hard at work on some dough.
"It's no problem!" Junko happily smiled. Now that Haru took a second look at the woman, she could clearly see the resemblance. The messy black hair and the slim, lean figure was definitely something Kuroo had inherited from his mother. Though, the woman had dark eyes, which told her that he probably shared his father's on that front. Though, that smirk that Junko gave her after a beat, that he'd definitely gotten from the woman. "So, how's school, Haru-chan?"
"It's good," Haru nodded awkwardly, not really sure what to do with herself. For once, she wished Kuroo was there to help her out. Had he felt like that when he'd met her parents? God, she hoped not! "So far I'm liking all of my subjects, though some are very difficult."
"That's good," Junko nodded, putting more effort into mixing the dough. "Have you thought about colleges yet?"
"Ah, I'm torn between two majors, ma'am," the girl honestly answered. There, at least, she was at home with the topic. "I love photography and would really enjoy working in that field, but my family on my father's side are all doctors and want me to go into medicine. So, I'm still really torn."
"It's important to have choices," Junko nodded. "I remember when I was choosing colleges I didn't pick until the last possible second. It was still a good choice, though." Haru thought about asking the woman how did she chose her major, but ended up biting her tongue. It wasn't her business.
"Can I help with anything?" she settled on being helpful instead. It was another forte of hers, and it would definitely solve her issue of not really being sure where to stand or what to do with her hands.
"Sure, do you want to continue with this dough, and I'll get the molds ready?" Junko asked with a smile and Haru eagerly nodded, rushing to wash her hands thoroughly and grab an apron before she began working. A few moments of silence passed, Junko washing the molds and Haru mixing the dough with bits of flour to make it perfect. "So, how is your relationship with my son going?" Haru whipped around, staring at the woman with that familiar smirk on her face in utter shock.
"W-what relationship?"
"Oh, a mother knows, dear," Junko laughed. "He's been all smiles and giggles for a while and he's purposely stopped talking about you in front of me. Tetsurō is transparent that way," the woman gave her a smile, now, a very different expression from her smirk. It was rather… motherly. "I hope he's treating you well." Haru couldn't help her head dropping, eyes staring at the floor.
"He's really nice to me," she told the woman in a somber tone. "It's me that's messed up." A hand on her shoulder made the girl jump a bit, looking back up at Junko.
"Why don't we put these in the over quickly and have ourselves a little girl to girl chat?" Kuroo's mother kindly asked. "Maybe this old woman can help you with your issues." Haru nodded, for the first time since she'd been goaded into the house not feeling uncomfortable accepting what the woman was asking her to do. They worked in silence, only talking about the recipe when they needed, putting the dough in the molds with various additions and placing them into the oven to bake. Then, Junko prepared a cup of tea for each of them and waved Haru over to join her in the living room. "Now, tell me what the issue is?" she asked, sipping from her cup. Haru took a moment to think about how she should approach the topic, especially because she was talking with Kuroo's mother.
"Well, my friend tells me I have abandonment issues of some sort," she started with, making Junko raise a tentative eyebrow. "Something about my siblings and parents mostly being absent throughout my teenage years. So, now that I'm in a relationship, no matter how good it is, I keep thinking of everything too much and messing it up." At that, the woman laughed.
"Sorry," she apologized, a delicate hand coming to cover her mouth. "That just sounds a lot like me! When I first started dating I had trouble believing that the guys I was going out with actually wanted to be with me."
"I can relate to that a little too much," Haru sighed, taking her cup and sipping from it. It was mint tea, which she liked immediately, as it had plenty of sugar inside.
"I'll tell you what I discovered," Junko said in a kind tone, her dark eyes fixing the girl in her spot on the couch. "Whenever I had a problem and didn't talk to my boyfriend about, it ended up imploding right in the middle of our relationship."
"So, I should tell Kuroo everything that's troubling me?"
"God, no!" Junko laughed. "His head would explode!" She shook her head, reaching over and patting Haru's head. "Us women, we are built to think about so many things which men don't even notice. But, if there is something particular about the relationship which is bugging you, be it the fact that you're uncomfortable because of your abandonment issues," she winked, making the girl smile, "- or that you don't want to get a puppy together because that's too much commitment, you should definitely talk to your partner about that."
"You didn't want to get a puppy with your boyfriend?" Haru asked, immediately curious.
"It was too much like having a child for me at the time," Junko shrugged. "But, I kept my mouth shut and let him get the dog, and then taking care of it made us break up." Haru took another sip of her tea, thinking.
"But, what if knowing about my issues makes him run for the hills?" she finally asked, making Junko smile sadly.
"Well, then he isn't the one for you, is he?" She drank some of her own tea and then placed the cup down, looking at the girl with such kind eyes that almost made her want to cry. Why couldn't her own mother be like Junko, Haru wondered. "Tetsurō is a good boy. He will listen and try to understand, I'll promise you that. Most of the time, he'll also try to help. But, if you leave him in the dark for too long, he will imagine the worst-case scenario and start to meddle. Call it a bad family trait, if you will." She shrugged with a sheepish smile. Haru couldn't help but giggle at that. Indeed, Kuroo was meddlesome.
"I think… I'll try to talk to him and maybe we can work it out," she nodded, drinking the last of her tea. "Thank you so much for the tea, Junko-san."
"Like I said before, feel free to come to me anytime for tea, Haru-chan," Junko stood, collecting the cups and patted the girl kindly on the shoulder. "You know, I always wanted a daughter? The girl chats were definitely a fantasy of mine when I first learned I was pregnant." She giggled and Haru couldn't help but think that Junko, despite her age, seemed young at heart.
"A-ah, can I ask you…" the girl began, following Junko into the kitchen once more. "Please don't tell Kuroo that I came by? I'd like to- I-"
"You'll talk to him in your own way," Junko nodded, turning around after she'd placed the cups into the sink. "Don't worry, our tea time is girl time. Tetsurō has no business knowing about it."
"Thank you very much," Haru said, bowing. "For everything." Junko walked over, hugging the girl briefly, enveloping her in a scent of expensive perfume and baked goods.
"You should be getting home now, before it gets too late for the train," the woman reminded her and Haru nodded, quickly checking the time on her phone. It had gotten pretty late.
"I'm going, then," she said, much like she would call out to the empty house before leaving for school. Though, now, while she was tying her shoes, there wasn't an empty house behind her. There were warm lights turned on and Junko was standing in the small hallway, a soft smile on her face, with that sundress which just screamed mother. Haru blinked rapidly, forcing herself not to cry at the sight. Kuroo was lucky, indeed.
"Have a safe trip!" the woman sent her off with a wave and Haru gave a wide grin back, leaving through the gate into the night.
Haru walked down the street with a smile on her face, feeling lighter than she had since she'd returned from camp and resumed her usual routine. She felt like, no matter what she was going through at that moment and no matter what her issues were, she could work them out. Junko's kind, motherly, words had helped her achieve a sense of peace in the midst of the madness that was going on in her brain.
"Haru?" The girl's head snapped up from where she was watching her sneakers take step after step, only to meet Kuroo's curious eyes. He was still in his Nekoma uniform, his book and training bag swung over his shoulder. His hair was messier than usual, and he looked positively dead on his feet. Though, in the soft glow of the street lights, he looked really attractive to the girl, with his lean form and that familiar golden eyes.
"Kuroo," she smiled, walking over to give him a small hug.
"What're you up to in my neighborhood?" the boy joked, not making a move to kiss her, like he usually would.
"Oh, I was at Kenma's," Haru made a mental note to send the boy a text to cover for her later. Kuroo nodded, looking up the street absent-mindedly. "How was your study session?" He groaned at that.
"Horrible," he admitted. "I know we made it to work on our weak subjects, but we're killing each other. And, I think Yaku is ready to kill me if I give him another F on calculus." Haru chuckled. She could imagine the short libero growling as he got yet another bad grade in his worst subject overall.
"You're doing it for a good cause, though," she smiled, a little surprised that Kuroo was still holding her hand, as their fingers had somehow slipped into an intertwined state after the short hug. He was playing with hers absent-mindedly, and she wondered if he even knew that he was doing that.
"Want me to walk you to the train station?" Kuroo asked, tossing another glance at the dark street. "The light's good here, but it gets a bit shady when you go downhill."
"I'd say yes to that wonderful act of chivalry, but you look ready to drop," Haru chuckled. "So, as a responsible manager and a kind person, I'll politely decline." He laughed at that, giving her hand a tug at her teasing.
"Alright, text me when you get home so I know you're alright?" the boy asked. Haru nodded, stepping back and letting their fingers separate. Immediately, she felt a few degrees colder, despite the warm summer night. For a second, she debated whether she ought to kiss him or hug him, and then opted for the safer option. Kuroo's arms came around her smaller frame, holding her tight for a mere moment, the scent of his aftershave mixed with sweat from practice enveloping her. Haru let out a sigh, feeling comfortable for the first time in days. How had she become skittish around this boy? He was everything that made her feel like she was herself, safe and sound, after all?
"Bye," Haru murmured when they let go, as if talking louder would break the moment. Kuroo nodded, saluting and then turning to go uphill. Haru stepped forward, towards the darker end of the street, but then changed her mind. She spun around on her heel, covering the few meters between her and Kuroo in mere seconds. She tapped his shoulder, making him turn around and then grasped the lapel of his unzipped volleyball jersey with a gentle grip, pulling him down. He obliged, eyes wide at her boldness.
Their lips met, for the first time the kiss initiated by Haru, and she sighed into the warm contact. She was vaguely aware of the sound of Kuroo's bag hitting the ground as he pulled her closer, his arms around her middle, finally settling one hand on her hip and the other digging into her messy locks. He really was obsessed with her hair, that silly boy. She smiled into the kiss and Kuroo's fingers danced on her hip, slipping under her tank top to touch the skin underneath, but not leaving the spot. Though, it was enough to change the dynamic of their kiss.
The previously polite contact became a dance of tongues, a series of nipping and licking, filled with sighs and passion. Why in the world had she been uncertain about their relationship? Why had she shied away from Kuroo? Haru threw all caution to the wind, gripping the jersey even tighter, pulling the boy to her, her other hand lying flat on his chest, feeling the warmth under his thin, white T-shirt and the muscles underneath. God, she wanted that shirt to come off, so that she could touch him properly. She wanted to feel his warm skin under her fingers. Heck, she wanted to feel his skin on hers.
Kuroo slowly pulled back, breaking the long open-mouthed kiss into a myriad of smaller ones, giving them both some much-needed room to breathe. But, Haru didn't mind. She didn't need to breathe. She just needed Kuroo. Nothing else mattered. Last train be damned, she could just stay with him for the night.
That thought sobered her up and the girl slowly pulled away, leaving one last lingering kiss to his lower lip before lowering herself from her tiptoes, back to the ground. When had she gotten on her tiptoes? She didn't know. Haru was breathless, panting from the hot kiss and she was certain that her face was as red as the Nekoma jersey. But, Kuroo didn't look any better. His eyes were half-lidded, as if he didn't want to leave the dream he was in and his lips were kiss bruised. Haru could swear she saw his ears as red as her cheeks, but she couldn't be sure in the bad lighting.
"What was that for?" Kuroo asked, his voice raspy from the long kiss. Haru smiled, a little loopy from the contact, as well, shrugging.
"Just felt like it," she told him. Kuroo shook his head, smiling at her. He picked up his bag from the ground, hoisting it back up on his shoulder.
"Feel free to feel like it anytime," he told her, grinning like a cat which had eaten the canary and was now eyeing the fish bowl.
"See you," Haru began walking backwards slowly, giving a small wave.
"Till tomorrow," Kuroo grinned back slyly, making a twinge of guilt appear in the girl's stomach. But, she couldn't really tell him that she wouldn't be coming to school tomorrow after that kiss. She would come up with a different way to let him know.
"Sleep well," Haru chose to tell him instead with a smirk that made the boy groan.
"You are one cruel woman, Chiharu!" Kuroo yelled out, finally turning around and walking up the street. This time, Haru didn't run to catch up to him. Instead, with a wide grin on her face, she turned around and walked properly towards the train station. In her heart, she knew that she had no regrets about taking that trip with her father or getting into a relationship with Kuroo.
I hope you all enjoyed!
Jesus, we're at chapter 30 already?! I'm shook xD We need like a celebration or something... Okay! I'll be doing writing prompts for TetsuHaru on tumblr for two weeks, so do let me know what you'd like me to write about them. Anything goes, feel free to PM or send asks :D
Reviews:
SyrinxSilenus:
Hello and thanks so much to you for the lovely review :)
I'm glad that you're enjoying the story and I'll do my best to keep amusing you :P I hope the Kuroo/Haru moment was good, no?
KenAri is the hook of this story, please xD
Have a good one!
Amor Mio:
lkshgjkrhgakjlr thank you so much! I'm always worried that I'm somehow stepping on POC lines or committing a faux pas without knowing it . Actually, a reader told me how I always write white characters because I'm white and I was like, oh, do I? And then I made Haru :P I think I was doing it unconsciously? Happens, I suppose. I'm glad that you're enjoying the story!
Best!
Guest:
Thanks so much for the lovely review!
To be honest, KenAri kinda happened without my say so, and I usually find those pairings to be the absolute best. I mean, they just come effortlessly when I write . I'm glad that you're enjoying the story and I will do my best to add more about KenAri in the future :D
All my best and thanks so much again for the review!
SuperbiJulia:
Awwwwwwww thankssss! I find that more and more people are saying this xD It's lovely to hear that an unplanned pairing was so widely accepted, because I was really unsure of it when I first wrote it. Kenma and Akari are just super different!
Have a great one!
AmericanNidiot:
My pleasure to provide you with a binge-read :) I binge-wrote it :P
Guest:
I'm sorry I'm a suffer inducing queen when it comes to writing . But, I promise I'm a sucker for happy endings, too!
I hope you'll keep enjoying the fic :D
Slyqueeen:
OhmyGosh thank you so much!
Miss Evy:
Awwww I'm glad that you think they are :) I was a bit anxious about the pairing, but I'm glad that everyone is enjoying it :D
The first meeting was life! I laughed so much while I wrote that xD
Lakeamity:
Hey there and thanks so much for the review! Gosh, this one made me think, and think, and think and overthink and you know, it all kinda snowballed from there xD
To be honest, I'm white. I'm always doubting if I'm doing a job with a POC character, especially nowadays when everyone is really on edge about the topic. I want to give good representation, and I'm hoping I'm doing an ok job. I'd love any input and resources you have! Feel free to PM me anytime with them :)
When it comes to descriptions, I generally do describe Haru as exotic, but not because my aim is to hypersexualize, but show that she stands out in Japan. After all, she's surrounded with a purely Japanese cast, in this case. She considers herself not the traditional beauty, and Kuroo thinks otherwise. I hope it didn't come off as hypersexualization? Do let me know :)
Best and thanks again for the input!
DaddysLiitleGirl:
Thanks so much for the awesome comment! I'm soooo glad that you're enjoying the read :D
Gosh, best, I don't know xD But, vodka, cheers to that :D I'll do my best to keep up the quality :D
Have a good one!
WritingUndercover:
You changed your usernameeeeee! Gosh, had me confused there for a second xD Of course I gave you a shout-out, I enjoyed your fic :)
Akari is too good. She is just a lovely person and honestly, we need more people like that irl. I have a friend who she's loosely based on and I love that girl to death :D I just couldn't help but make Akari similar to her :) Haru and Kenma do need her in their lives :P
Ikki is an absolute darling, I agree! I want to write more about him, and hopefully I will get the chance to do so soon :D He has a large backstory which I'm dying to showcase xD
Awwwwwwe I'm so glad that you relate to what I'm writing about :D That was my main aim, to be honest. I like to showcase a part of life which isn't commonly portrayed in anime and manga, and exists in real life. I'm glad that I was on the mark :D
thanks so much for the input regarding length, I'll keep it in mind.
I hope you're doing wonderful! Lots of love!
RebelAshRunner:
Hi and thanks so much for the lovely review!
Awwww I'm so glad that you relate! I honestly feel for Haru, because I also have issues with relationships, though of a different sort. However, her being completely freaked out just came naturally and I thought it would be epic drama for a while xD
I'm sorry I'm such a slowpoke writer, but I tend to get into and out of fandoms and switch between stories a lot. It's a horrid, bad habit and I just can't shake it. Are those commitment issues? xD Probably hahahha
Hahahaha thanks for the input! Actually, a reader recently told me that my chapters were too long and that I should stay at about 1k-2k words per chapter, and I was wondering if that was the popular opinion…. I tend to set a 4k word minimum for my chapters, just to give you guys a little bit to read before you need to wait again haahhaha I'm glad that the length is good for you, I'll definitely keep them long or longer xD
Have a great one!
WinterEveOrchid:
hi and thanks so much for the review!
Haru freaking out is honestly, so expected for me. I mean, the girl has self-esteem issues xD So, it's only natural that she starts freaking out until she implodes on herself haahahah I hope that this chapter kinda resolved that a bit.
No worries, thanks for the input :) I actually got a comment which told me that I should shorten my stuff to 1k words or 2k at the max, otherwise I would be losing readers…. And, personally, I don't like to read below 3k word chapters, so I had a mini panic attack hahahha
I hope you enjoyed the read! Best!
Chi:
I'm glad that you enjoyed youself and I'm sorry that I'm such a slowpoke writer Q.Q I'll do my best to be timely in the future, but I make no promises xD
Omake:
If Kuroo asks, I was at your place tonight, studying. Kenma's delicate eyebrow rose at the message.
Ok. He decided that whatever it was that was going on was probably more irritating than anything he could ever imagine. He opted to not ask about it.
Also, I'm leaving for a week and a half, I'll be gone tomorrow and back next week in time for camp. Once again, Kenma's delicate eyebrow rose at the text. He frowned.
Are you fleeing the country?
Why does everyone keep asking me that?! She even had a fuming emoji. Kenma tilted his head to the side.
Haru kissed me! Kenma flipped to the newest message, his eyebrow rising once more.
Good job. He switched back to Haru's message, but there was no time to reply, because Kuroo had instantly replied.
Do you think she's gonna move out of country or something next? Kenma huffed, then replied to his friend.
Doubt it. Then, he switched to Haru's texts. Why are you leaving?
Are you sure?
Going to learn from my dad.
Did you hear Haru's leaving tomorrow to go to Germany? Akari had also joined the spam in his inbox. In a moment of complete annoyance, Kenma quickly shot the most generic replies to all three of them. Yes. Great. Yes. He finished each of them with a rather nice sleeping emoji, and then turned off his phone, so it wouldn't buzz while the three impossible people all blew up his inbox. He would deal with the aftermath tomorrow. Now, he had a boss to beat.
Now, I'm done. Have a great day everyone!