At 9:00 p.m. sharp, there was a knock. Kagame looked down at the door, but didn't even try to get up. He had an important game ahead of him, and he needed a hell of a lot of sleep, not just all night long - to rock the ceiling of his teeth and shiver with excitement.
The polite knocking was repeated. How can a knock be polite at all, especially at such times? Kagame jumped briefly and held his ears with a pillow. He will win by all means, will win, will play even better, jump higher and run faster. Otherwise, what is the point of playing sports?
They knocked on the door again. This perseverance was annoying, like a mosquito's squeak - even the earplugs wouldn't have saved us. Kagame swears from his heart and rolled off the bed.
- I'll rip my legs out and put them in my ears," he growled and opened the door sharply.
There was no one outside the door. Kagame squint, leaned out on his waist and looked around. It was empty. But even minutes later, he was not knocking. Someone was definitely looking for rudeness.
- Good evening.
Kagame shuddered and leaned against his voice. Blue hair and eyes, a flat face without a shadow of emotion, a meter and a half in a jump. Kagame yelled and went back to the apartment. It wasn't the first time he had encountered Kuroko's invisibility, but he couldn't get used to it, as if he had a blind spot in his memory.
- You... You... You! - barked Kagame, pointing his finger at Kuroko.
- Can I come in?
- No way! It's time to go to sleep! Go home!
Kuroko's invisibility scared everyone, and yet they agreed that his attentive look was much scarier. Kuroko wanted to get away from him even further and faster, so he wouldn't have to hear anything sudden...
- Please.
Kagame jumped at him - not to hit the child - and retreated aside, letting Kuroko into the apartment. Under the spoon, he was sucked in by a bad feeling. Honest fight always excited, and the inability to calculate the opponent or the situation knocked out the ground from under his feet.
- You are nervous before the game.
- Yes, you are.
Kuroko didn't ask, he just looked up and claimed, but Kagame had an acute need to answer the question and put it out the door.
- It did not help.
Kuroko took off his shoes and put the sneakers on the shelf. Apparently, the conversation was supposed to be long and thorough. Not a good night before the game, but maybe at least the excitement will fade away.
- Well, welcome then. Come in, you will be a guest.
Kuroko nodded, Kagame clung to his pants shorts - unbearably wanted to cover his eyes and exhale. The conjugation of the wrong verbs always helped, it should have helped this time as well.
Gradually, my toes relaxed, my legs began to obey, and my face stopped tugging. Kagame rolled a couple of times from heel to to toe and back, was satisfied with the results of the test and went to the room.
Kuroko was already sitting on the bed - his back was straight, his hands on his knees, his face was serious. Kagame stopped at the door, leaned his shoulder against a joint and crossed his arms on his chest. Why? He can also look carefully and think something there. You don't have to be a "Phantom" from "Wonder Generation" to do that. It took exactly two seconds to hold your breath. Kagame with a roar detached himself from the joint, ruffled his hair and spun on the heel.
- I'll bring tea.
- Don't. Sit next to me. Please.
Kagame glanced over his shoulder with suspicion and clung to his shorts again. Kuroko patted the bed, bowed his head a little sideways and looked into his eyes without blinking. I had to go back to America with my father, where people have all their thoughts and emotions written on their faces, and I do not have to strain myself from painful rust. Kagame breathed deeply and slowly exhaled.
