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13:45
when your roommates had away games, mornings were always peaceful.
being on the highest floor of the apartment complex tended to do so, keeping you far from the sound of raucous teens rumbling cars against the road.
perhaps this is bliss, you can't help but think, as you lay idly on your bed against the accumulation of pillows, plushies and omanjuus that had been gifted from long gone sponsorship deals.
you find yourself retracting your first statement after a while.
your one complaint would be that it's too quiet — and a house made for four is dauntingly lonely inhabiting only one.
y/n "what the hell..."
you scoff. when did you become such a sap?
you go to busy yourself only to hear a familiar jangle of keys in the doorhole, a clicking noise and the shuffle of feet moving hurriedly.
it is all so familiar, and you are used to it, but there's a strange lack of vocality. no 'we're home' spoken? no rowdiness, either. just all encompassing silence, filling your stomach with unease.
laying down wouldn't fix your suspicions, so you make your own way to the doorway, opening your door only for it to swing into shouyou, who yelps.
shouyou hinata "gee, you scared the crap out of me!"
shouyou hinata "didn't know you'd be awake!"
y/n "what were you doing just standing around out here? welcome home, by the way."
he laughs a little unenthusiastically.
shouyou hinata "well—! i was lost in thought!"
y/n "you were thinking?"
shouyou hinata "i do that too sometimes, you know!"
he huffs, cheeks puffed out as he folds his arms against his chest.
something was definitely wrong.
kiyoomi sakusa "could you guys stop blocking the hallway?"
