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Kenma Kozume was late to practice, which was unusual enough to immediately catch everyone’s attention. He was never the type to arrive late, especially when it meant giving Kuroo another reason to tease him. As the Nekoma players began warming up, Kuroo kept glancing toward the gym doors, wondering where Kenma could possibly be. Nearly thirty minutes into practice, the doors finally opened and Kenma walked in with his volleyball bag over his shoulder, looking more tired than usual. “You’re late,” Kuroo called out. Kenma simply sighed. “I know.” When Kuroo asked where he’d been, Kenma casually explained that he had gone to the airport to pick someone up.