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sfw - soft boy hours

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when i was a little girl, i thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. heโ€™d take me away to his castle and marry me.

then weโ€™d live happily ever after, just like in the movies.

however, the hardships that came with being a princess made me think that i could handle it. turns out, thatโ€™s not how life is at all.

plenty of hardships are throw at you left and right. and itโ€™s all about how well you deal with it.

as i got older, my fantasies became more realistic. wanting to live a small easy life with the person i so dearly loved. a small child or kitten running around giving us entertainment.

living out our lives to the fullest and content with the simplicity. we didnโ€™t need nothing more or nothing less. thatโ€™s how i always imagined it.

turns out, life does throw things at you, but this one, was one of the best hardships iโ€™ll ever love.

and it all begins at the young age of sixteen. a fresh highschool student. worried about what people thought about them. their hair, clothes, grades, and sometimes even a boyfriend or girlfriend.

however most of those thoughts got quickly brushed away. on a personโ€™s sixteenth birthday initials will appear on their dominant wrist.

the absolute heart racing in wonderace of who your special significance other could be.

maybe someone who lives halfway across the world. maybe someone who goes to the same school as you. maybe someone who you grew up with. or maybe someone you just happen to know from the internet.

whichever one it may be, they will be binded to meet. some people may say fate. some say even destiny.

however, i just thought it was a clear misconception for me.

having my dreams crushed by four intials on my wrist. oh how i used to despise them, the hate that fueled through me when i looked at my wrist.

looking back, it was harsh and childish. life is unexpected, things happen. but this one, was one thatโ€™s stuck in my favorites. even if it was the opposite of everything i always wanted. i wouldnt trade it for the world.

the bedroom window was open a bit as the rain fell from the sky. small devices lit up here and there around the room.

it was an easy night for all of us. even koutarou was quiet, which sparked interest in me. i was reading a book i had wanting to catch up on.

while also laying on keiji, who had been next to me reading some other kind of book.

beloved kenma was in the next room over, streaming. the door was slightly ajar leaving space for the blue rays of light to show upon the wall.

i could hear small splashes of water coming from the bathroom. a small unnoticeable smile gracing my strawberry colored lips.

no matter how many times i knew water calmed that beautiful boy down, i couldnโ€™t get over it. i had ran the bath myself, even adding a few bathroom toys and bubbles, despite it being the late hours of the night.

if i had listened hard enough, i could hear tetsu downstairs. the soft noise of most likely midnight snacks being made.

it seemed as we all were content in house we called home. a shiver ran down my back as i felt the soft breeze come from the window.

the skies were pitch black, if it was a normal night, iโ€™d be on the roof with tetsu and keiji. weโ€™d point out the constellations and watch the stars.

if it was later in the afternoon and the sun was slightly straying from the clouds and the rain was soft, koutarou would be dancing in the rain with me.

weโ€™d sing our hearts out, then get scolded by our lovely soulmate, keiji, who quite possibly seemed like the only sane one in the house. besides kenma.

the days that it was sunny and i wished silently it would rain. kenma would softly take my hand and lead me to the kitchen. even though we didnโ€™t like sunny days either, weโ€™d bake something.

whether it be healthy or not, burnt or just right, muffins or cupcakes.

so, our house constantly smelt like a bakery. when we wouldnโ€™t feel up to bake, a movie thon was our next best thing.

on hard days when i felt like i really needed something to just get my mind off for only a little while, kuroo was my go to person.

weโ€™d run to the park and back, putting the stress into the exercising. sometimes, just sitting down with him on a park bench and watching everyone pass by was enough.

however keiji was by far the one who comforted me in a strange but loving way. heโ€™s the only iโ€™d talk to. iโ€™d spill all my thoughts to, read a book with, cry to, and observe with.

being very compatible with each and every one of them made life exciting and oddly calming.

โ€œare you cold? we can shut the window if youโ€™d like?โ€ keiji turned his head to me, pausing his reading.

โ€œiโ€™ll put on a hoodie,โ€ i said shaking my head, loving the smell of rain. however, he knew that that would be my answer. iโ€™d always wrap up in multiple clothing layers instead of shutting the window.

it was a habit.

crawling away from him as i watched keiji place my bookmark in the place i was reading.

slipping on my slippers, i walked out of the room, heading towards the clothing room.

who knew that living with four other people would bless you with a enormously large house. however, the income we all made could quite possibly also be a reason.

as i walked passed kenmaโ€™s gaming room, i peered in. my eyes watching him a bit. i could tell even from when he was turned around that his eyes were glued to the screen.

knowing kenma, i knew he wasnโ€™t wearing his glasses that protected his eyes. he needed them now more than ever, since itโ€™s the late hours of the night.

backing out, i quickly but quietly moved downstairs. his glasses were on the living room coffee table if i remember correctly.

when i was on the first floor, i moved to the living room where his glasses were. picking them up, feeling the coldness from how long theyโ€™ve been left alone.

the kitchen light on, curiosity peering through me. i peeked in, the sight of tetsu sitting on the counter, scrolling on his phone.

he was most likely trying to figure out what weโ€™d be feeling up for to eat.

i smiled small and headed back upstairs. opening kenmaโ€™s door more, i could hear soft grunting from him. probably because of a level he was getting trouble with.

setting the glasses close to his keyboard, i leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on his temple. he nodded, his cheekbones glowing with a rouge pink shade.

that small peck meant, โ€˜please donโ€™t forget to wear them.โ€™ i could always express myself with small things without actually saying them with kenma and keiji.

usually iโ€™d have to express my thoughts in a verbal way when it came down to kou and tetsu. however, i knew not everyone would be an introvert or just quiet.

when i left the room, leaving it cracked like before, i saw his game pause and him slip on the clear glasses.

making my way back to the room, forgetting about the hoodie i needed to get. when i entered, i saw koutarou curled up against keiji. his hair slightly dripping wet making me cringe a bit.

i spotted his towel, which he had brought back with him instead of hanging up in the bathroom. i softly grabbed it and made my way to him.

he perked up, his yellow eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter in the dark.

โ€œthe water will make the bed wet.โ€ i softly said, lightly ruffling his hair with the towel.

his arms wrapped around my waist as i continued to get the water out. wetness and comfortable covers do not mix in my book.

i could hear kou sigh happily as i played with his hair.

glancing over to keiji, his glasses were off and our books had been set elsewhere. movie time.

kenma would come from his gaming in around fifteen to twenty minutes from now. weโ€™d all cuddle on the bed and watch a cartooned movie.

i walked to the bathroom, setting koutarouโ€™s towel on his hook. in a house of five people, organization was the best key.

after i cut the lights off, i walked back to see a movie picked and kuroo coming upstairs with our midnight snacks.

when i made sure everyone was comfortable in bed, i went to get kenma. i could basically feel the exhaustion radiating off him. knowing he wouldnโ€™t get off the game unless someone actually got him.

getting closer i gently put my arms around his back. i did it every single time i wanted him to get off the game. i could tell he was fighting himself, wanting to go another round but agreed.

soon his system was off and his left hand locked in my right one, walking into our bedroom. we climbed into bed, the rotation different this weekend.

each day or week weโ€™d switch the rotation of who gets to spoon who. it wasnโ€™t my idea since i could careless if i was spooning or getting spooned.

this time around tetsu was spooning me and i happended to be spooning koutarou. after we finished the snacks, i couldnโ€™t resist the sleep which called my name.

since there was five of us, we couldnโ€™t possibly fit in a bed. so we decided to just get one of the biggest, even if we did spoon, im sure at least one of us would end up kicking another off the bed.

this was how our stay up nights have always been. and i wouldnโ€™t change it for the world.

when i was a little girl, i thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. heโ€™d take me away to his castle and marry me.

well, now that im older, itโ€™s safe to say that iโ€™ve got four princes who i was fated with. they agreed to live together with me and the need to marry wasnโ€™t in our minds.

we all knew the reassurance of each other never leaving the other. but if one of us did happen to want to marry? i guess we could.

but this is the ending to our weekend night. and there was nothing out there that would make me give it up.

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