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Now, Kuroo prided himself on being the fearless kinda guy but this was insane. Kenma was insane for not flinching — or maybe too into worst horror games than this haunted house. Kuroo honestly didn't want to know. He hisses and steps carefully, watching the corners for whatever could be coming, a hand firmly on Kenma's shoulder as a way to keep his friend closer.

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『❂』❝Thanks.The ace mumbled taking the can in his hands as he sighed deeply.

"See, that's exactly what I'm saying... Look, when we lose in Nekoma, we don't blame one player — we can't." Kuroo started, grinning before sitting up more straight, sipping his coke. "If you lose, it's all the team's fault... or someone is stronger and stopped you. But you gotta give your all for that." He hummed, before honestly laughing in sarcasm.

Kenma focused his eyes on the slice of apple pie behind the glass and glanced at his friend. “If you have enough money, I’d like to get that one.” He gestured towards the pie, even though he knew that Kuroo would have probably known what he had wanted before they even entered the shop.

"Always the apple pie, huh? Sure, I got money for that..." Kuroo guided the shorter setter into the store with a smirk as he went for the cashier to order both pies. "You pick a table for us yeah?" He added to Kenma even though it was kind of irrelevant, his setter was already doing just that. He vaguely observed the shorter's movements before waving at the cashier, placing his order of two pies and two cups of tea — yeah, that'd be enough for two of them, even because as Kuroo opened his wallet, he noticed he had just enough to pay their lunch and then the tube back home.

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Hard to explain || Kuroo & Tsukishima

Waking up alone was something Kuroo hasn't done in a while. Tsukishima's smell was a single fragrance on his nose as Kuroo shifted on the bedsheets, being pulled awake by the movement of the other so close to him. He was used by now to Tsukishima waking up earlier, jumping out of bed to do god knows what and spend ten thousand hours in the bathroom — but he always came back with minty breath and the hair carefully brushed, something Kuroo learned to love. Even if it was slightly annoying sometimes.

At his response the taller merely rolled his eyes, he was always so confident, Tsukishima didn’t know how he always ended getting surprised with his remarks and the posture, calculated leaning towards him,  everything. “Yeah, you told me that already and still I said it’s not certain that I’m staying so late at night.” He offered the other a small pout, the redness of his cheeks spreading to his ears and neck, but still he didn’t want to lose. “But I may be starting to get curious with all this bragging. Are you sure you’re capable of showing me just what I came here for?” He finally turned his face to him, a challenging glow in his eyes.