turtleduck1

Tsukishima was walking home one night, his music blaring as he made it to his front door. He felt his phone vibrate and looked down at it, unlocking his phone to read the text message he just received. Message: Hey! r u done w/ practice? He shrugged off his jacket and closed the front door, his right thumb typing his reply to the text. After, he shoved his phone into his pocket and made his way into his kitchen, looking through his fridge. He felt it vibrate once more, pulling it out to read the reply. Reply: yea, hbu?Message: yea! heading home now! u home yet? He used the same method, staring at his screen before locking it and bringing th