#lonecatkenma

[neroferro]

@lonecat-kenma liked for a starter

Kuroo kind of liked being the first one to practice. It didn’t always happen, but when it did it gave him a chunk of time to be alone and get ready. Taking his time, he decided to put in his earbuds and listen to some music. A smirk spread on his face when his absolute favorite song came up. Before he knew it, his body was moving to the beat and getting pretty into it, but he had no idea that someone had stumbled upon his show.

[defensivespecialist]

@lonecat-kenma

                   The moment Kenma’s eyes shot up to look at him, the libero put his hands on his hips, a small smile on his face.  “Did you hear a single thing I said?” he asked, already knowing the answer after judging Kenma’s dubious expression.  “You said you needed to swing by the grocery store on your way home, right?  Do you mind if I join you?” ✯

[defensivespecialist]

lonecat-kenma

                       Morisuke woke up suddenly and though the sun was barely peaking through his curtains, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.  Immediately, he sent a mass text out to his team. ✯ 

text : [ team ] : everyone good?

[thattrashcat-blog]

lonecat-kenma

“Hey, Kenma... What do you wanna do now that practice is over early? And don’t say something boring like ‘sleep’ or ‘nothing’, ‘kay? I want to actually do something.” 

[lxvehime-blog]

lonecat-kenma

      Onoda had been glancing at the blond-haired person for a little while now, having noticed that he was playing a video game the biker was also sort of interested in. Though he never really played any games like that, he planned on doing so once he got a proper device for it. After he had mustered up enough confidence, he approached the stranger. 

      “Excuse me...I guess it might seem kind of odd that a complete stranger is suddenly talking to you but, erm, I noticed that you were playing a game I’m also kind of interested in and...Uh...I just wanted to say you have great taste...or something.” It was obvious that he was pretty bad at approaching other people, but at least he was making an effort.