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“Kenma.”
Kenma hums, focus never leaving the PSP in his hands. He’d been stuck on the level for a couple days now and keeps getting killed by the boss and he’s positive he can win this time. He just has to stay focused.
“Kenma,” is called again, a hint of exasperation in the voice.
Another hum.
“Kenma, there’s a spider on your head.” Kenma hums again, not paying the least bit attention to the things surrounding him. A huff comes from behind him, but nothing more iss said, leaving the young man to focus on winning.
Ten minutes later and Kenma gives a sigh of relief, saving his game multiple times to be sure that his progress isn’t accidentally deleted, before dropping the handheld on the couch next to him. He stretches, flexing his fingers to regain feeling in them.
“Kenma?” Said man makes a noise of recognition. He sinks into the couch and turns his head back to look at Kuroo standing in the doorway. “Finally listening to me?” A shrug. “When was the last time you ate?” Kenma thinks the question over, squinting at the television and trying to remember.
“This morning?” he asks, unsure of the current hour or the actual time he in fact had a meal.
“' This morning' he says,” Kuroo mimics in exasperation. “Get up. It’s already morning. I’m making omurice and you’re going to eat all of it.” A small smile ghosts Kenma’s face as he listens to orders and stands up, following Kuroo out of the room and sitting at the table, content to have Kuroo feed him.