Literature
Ice-cream and Other Things | Kuroo Tetsuro
Your posture was stiff, almost rigid with your arms folded across your chest. The padding of your shoe tapped against the off-white, linoleum floor while your orbs skimmed over the assortment of ice cream flavors. Mouth twisting, you were becoming increasingly more impatient with yourself and your lack of decision making. You couldn't go wrong with any of the choices; either way, you got ice cream.
However, it wasn't that simple. After having the world's shittiest week, you'd be waiting for a night off to indulge your taste buds and become the embodiment of a sad, lazy couch potato. If only one thing could go right for you, you wanted it to