A/N dedicated to salty-mommy who said, and I quote, that she would read "500 pages of him just eating cereal". This one is dedicated to you love,

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perhaps it was the way those corn flakes hit the bowl, that sound that echoed in terushima's ears, yes, it was - his stomach grumbled just at the thought of putting a spoon full of cereal into his mouth. oh, that crunch, those flakes surrendering between his teeth. to live like a predator - that was the dream...

terushima's strong hand reached out to the fridge, his eyes still fixated on the bowl of golden flakes. he slapped the inside of his small refrigerator, trying to get hold of the carton of milk. after a few failed attempts, he finally ripped his eyes away from it only to see that the milk was nowhere to be found.

oh no.

oh no. could it be that the white river that was supposed to braze through the golden plain had dried out? could it be that due to his carelessness he had forgotten to buy the precious liquid which he so often drank? possible, oh so possible. his eyes fell onto the golden flakes once more, they cried out to him begging terushima to put them in his mouth, but he simply shook his head - not without the milk.

it made him upset, to think that he had forgotten to buy milk genuinely put a frown on his face, what was he supposed to do now? he woke up earlier anyway. he scanned the refrigerator - perhaps there was something else he could put in between his jaws and chew on it like a tiger that he was, or a lion, or maybe just a house cat - he liked cats.

terushima sighed before pouring the flakes back into their bag. from the side, it almost seemed like he was mourning this morning - but his sadness was quickly washed away as he realized yet another thing that would bring him serotonin, oxytocin, dopamine, and endorphins was available this morning.

the almighty shower.

oh to be the shower floor, to be stepped on, to have water poured on you as well as foam from shampoo or shower gel - oh to be a shower floor and wait for an unsuspecting human to step on you, feel their feet on you and march into the state of ecstasy and euphoria.

terushima shivered at his thoughts, reminding himself not to give in to his kinks. but that's simply who terushima really was - he would overthink and fantasize at any given point in his life, he would create stories in his head with hopes of putting them on the. big screen one day, but that day was yet to come. perhaps it was around the time to finally clean his head and get rid of all of these rather nasty thoughts, i mean, who would even want to be a shower floor?

terushima gulped down a glass of water before heading to the bathroom, which coincidentally didn't even have a bath in it, but a cold shower was all that he ever needed. a shower... the water which hits your skin ever so elegantly, washing down the germs and other stuff that may have accumulated on you. it really does help with relaxing after a tough day, but terushima didn't even start his day yet - showering has no rules.

terushima was barely wearing anything as it is, just a t-shirt, sweatpants and boxers underneath, but it was still rather exciting to underdress. of course, he loved seeing his body in the mirror, he loved looking at himself and admiring the genes his parents gave him. speaking of parents, terushima was a big papa's boy, unlike many boys who feel more attached to their mothers, terushima felt the closest to his dad. the two were practically inseparable spending every possible free evening together. terushima's dad, as well as terushima himself, loves sports and the two will often play, they both love cooking even if they aren't good at it, they both love watching dramas and crying over characters together - their favorite at the moment is this action-drama show called My Hero Academia.

anyway...

terushima stripped down to his bare skin and stared at himself in the mirror, a pose there, oh another pose here, maybe on more like this - wait maybe that's enough staring and loving yourself for the morning. to say the truth, terushima loved himself very much, it wasn't on oikawa's level of narcissism but rather close. once he punched himself out of the trance, terushima finally stepped into the shower and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature ever so slightly to meet his needs. he ran his hand through his bleached hair and uppercut before realizing he had forgotten to take hid tongue piercing out. speaking of piercings, he had a lot more than people initially thought he did. his favorite is, of course, his tongue piercing, he also has two piercings in his right ear, a helix piercing on his left ear and most surprisingly - a belly button piercing he never really showed off. actually, it was a dare he and his dad lost and they both had to get belly button piercings - another fun son and dad activity.

he let water hit his skin, like many people, he preffered amazingly hot showers, when i say hot showers i mean REALLY hot showers. the room was full of steam and terushima's skin was turning slightly red - but that's how he liked it. he liked to think of himself as a super hero, often thinking of himself as his favorite character from my hero academia - todoroki shouto. he would stand there, letting the boiling water hit his skin, before quickly turned the handle and letting the cold water wash everything off, oh the tingly sensation he would get - incredible.

once he had enough playing around, he picked up a sponge and slathered it in shower gel, smearing it all over his tanned skin, enjoying every single moment. he preferred harder sponges, those that would scrape all the unnecessary things off of him. he ran the sponge across his chest, his arms, his neck and even his private area, admiring himself once again.

"i might have a body of a god", he says to himself as he continues his shower. of course it does not take long for all the crazy thoughts and scenarios to kick in. at one moment he is delivering a speech to the many bottles of shampoo, another he is contemplating whether or not a hotdog is a sandwich.

terushima stared at his hand, he placed them on his body feeling the form - the sudden realization that he exists hit him. he exists, he is in other people's lives, people talk about him, they think about him, they see him in a way that he does not see himself. that's crazy...

he shook his head and continued on showering, but the thoughts kept getting crazier. theories of life and the creation of the universe, different world views from different animals, why does your dog love you so much, is remi from ratatouille based on a specific chef, why is daichi so cute, why is hinata so cute, why is karasuno in general an adorable team - it's about time to step out of the shower.

once the cold air actually hit his body and he inhaled the first crisp breath of air - he relaxed. as if everything that he thought about in the shower, like drops of water, fell from his body onto the bathroom tiles. he quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

this was, as any other day, a casual morning. without a doubt he would always find a reason to shower.

and without a doubt his thoughts would always drift away to the weird part of human existence.

terushima enjoys them.

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Honestly I have no clue what I wrote, but I did write something.

Anyway, enjoy your morning or day or evening guys. Hope you enjoyed this.

-Hatari