Sighing, I began to get up in search of a faster route home when the shop door swung open. No way in hell was I ready to deal with that. It had over ten message alerts next to the name but I hadn't answered any of them, shunting it down the list of names to the very bottom. I kept scrolling until I saw the name Oikawa Tooru. Seeing none I checked his messages.įour texts from Momoi asking me where the hell I was, two from my physical therapist scolding me for skipping, and one from my roommate Imayoshi saying that Sakurai was over and not to bother them. With nothing else to do but wait for the rain to stop, I pulled out my iPhone and began praying for an unlocked wifi. Skipping out on PT seemed like a good idea at the time-who would want to spend half a day in an uncomfortably humid room surrounded by handicapped people and sweat when they could be playing street court basketball? But skipping plus physical exercise seemed to aggravate my injury.
KUROKO NO BASUKE MIYAJI SKIN
It was cold not the slow way weather is cold, but the way you’re cold when you walk into a hot room after being outside and the first layer of your skin is burning to adjust but the rest of you is uncomfortably freezing. Basking in my tired, depressed surroundings did wonders for my attitude. I shivered, noting the 'closed' sign pinned diligently to the window, deciding to lean against the wall next to the door and pick bitterly at the bleeding hangnails that littered the tips of my fingers. I was pretty sure there were fish in my shoes.Ī small alcove over Kiseki Books offered me a small amount of time out of the rain, and I strode aggressively over to it. My thin cotton hoodie was soaked through and my jeans were getting so heavy with water they practically weighed more than I did.
Navy eyes slid shut as I blinked away the raindrops from my eyelashes, wiping a hand over my wet forehead. There was nothing like getting caught in a downpour.