“Kitty!” Lev screeched.
The black cat in the living room hissed with fur on end, but that didn’t deter Lev from charging for it. The feline vanished in a blur down the hall.
“Kuro-chan only likes you if you have her food,” the cat’s owner Tetsurou teased.
“Dude, you named your cat ‘Kuro-chan’?” said Tora.
“’Twas my mom’s idea,” Kuroo shrugged, but the grin from ear to ear betrayed how much he liked the moniker too.
They had arrived fresh from studying at the Kozumes’ next door. Kenma, Tetsurou, Tora, Lev, and Morisuke clashed over where to get a bite until Kenma decreed they just have sandwiches at Kuroo’s.
“Guys! You have to try the tuna Kuroo has. It’s the best!” Yaku had said, his face sparkling like a boardwalk at night.
Seated at the table now, Yamamoto and Haiba listened to Morisuke excessively extolling the virtues of the forthcoming tuna fish. Kenma, tapping away at a controller, followed Kuroo into the adjacent kitchen like an imprinted duckling. He chanced a glance as Kuroo retrieved two cans of tuna—one from the cupboard, one from the pantry—and distributed the first can equally among four sandwiches. The second can Tetsurou suspiciously spread exclusively on the sandwich intended for Yaku. When Kuroo caught Kenma looking askance at the second can’s label, he commanded his friend’s silence by pressing one finger to his lips. …
(admittedly inspired by this - spoiler alert)
water makes slime runny-