Kuroo Tetsurō

挨拶

Once again, you're late. We had arranged to meet. For studying. Exams. Your suggestion. Typical. Kenma isn’t here yet either, which doesn’t surprise me much. When he does come, it’s silently. Or not at all. Both equally likely. I lean against the wall of my room, the towel casually draped around my neck, my hair still wet from showering. I was actually going to dry it. I was actually going to prepare. But it doesn’t matter.