ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ, [ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ: ᴛsᴜᴋᴋɪ]
There's nothing too obvious about the appeal in going home, Kuroo thinks. There are the risks: his mother not being there, his brother being there instead. And then there are the obligations: doing homework he's successfully managed to avoid throughout the week, chores, things that seem more like a waste of time compared to anything else. So he stands in the middle of the pavement on a busy city street, almost awkwardly still as he devises a few ways to approach his plans.
Like clockwork it takes him only a minute to decide, and he suddenly pulls his phone out, shooting an unwarranted text toTsukishima.
[TXT] hope you don't mind me stopping by today.
He's sure that there's a reply waiting for him at some point (no. don't come over. i didn't even invite you - the options were plenty), but he ignores it and walks a total of fifteen minutes until he's knocking, loudly, on Tsukki's door.
And he sings out a greeting, subtle, familiar smirk forming on his lips as he does so.
"Tsukishimaaa, open up."
