8:30 AM

Kuroo was still in his bed, frozen. His hands were still shaking from the nightmare he just endured. Well, it wasn't that much of a nightmare, but seeing someone commit suicide is more than shocking.

He finally got out of bed, standing up slowly, his legs felt like jello, his head dizzy. He wobbled his way to the bathroom and quickly turned on the cold water. He undressed and stepped in an ice cold shower. As he felt the water run down his spine, he let out a small wimper.

He hated cold showers.

Yet he stood there, trying to cool his head and forget the dream that he had.

After around 10 minutes he finally got out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel, Kuroo went to his room and opened his closet, the second he opened it some magic force made a book fall down.

Kuroo knew that book, it was a picture book. He usually used it for reference. He took his sweatpants and a t-shirt, after dressing up he opened the picture book.

Photos of his parents and him.

He had quite a lot of those, probably because he loved his parents. There were also pictures of his relatives and other people he did not know. Then the pictures of him and Yaku started. Just looking at these pictures made Kuroo tear up, he missed him. Wouldn't you miss your bestfriend?

This sudden rush of emotion hit him hard and he started thinking about the dream that he had.

Kuroo stood up and went to his window, looking at Kenma's balcony.

No one was there.

He exhaled deeply and sat down at his work table, looking at the empty sheet of paper and a pen.
With shaking hands he took the pen and started drawing, line by line a picture was starting to form.

A boy with long-ish hair, wearing a sweater and jeans, looking straight, trees and houses behind him and dark figures.

A lot of dark figures, a lot of demons lurking around, waiting for the moment they could attack.

Kuroo put his pen down and looked at the piece he just created, pleased with his work he  stood up and looked at the clock.

10:22 AM

Kuroo finally walked downstairs, seemed like no one was there.

He opened the fridge and took out some milk and some eggs.

Just a few minutes and his breakfast was ready, but when he looked at it he lost his appetite. It felt as if his head was empty, as if someone opened his skull and took out his brain, leaving him feeling vain.

Kuroo put the plate into the fridge and went to the closest window.

Empty streets, quiet houses and a boy in a middle of the street. Wearing a sweater and jeans.

"K-Kenma?"

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This is probably one of my fav fanfics I am writing or have written.

- hatari.