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Ezreal was bored
Lying on his bed, sometimes humming the melody that flowed from his headphones to his ears, sighing for the seventh time since he came to his room dragging his feet
It's not the first time that leaving the house was so difficult for him, in the past, when he had his first and only (now second) hit, people went crazy for him, he couldn't set foot on the street without being surrounded by a crowd of fans or being blinded by the flash of a camera, in that period of his life, he felt the same as he does now: miserable, loved, tired and warm, all at the same time
The debut song was an absolute banger, being able to listen to it wherever he went or whatever radio he turned on, seeing their faces on every network or ad that popped up, being able to read the comments under every post or the headlines of relevant articles.... a warm feeling that made his chest swell with sheer satisfaction and pride.
However, all those pleasant feelings regarding his success had to come along with another terribly annoying one of feeling trapped. It's not that he didn't like meeting fans or having taken picture (he loves pictures!), in fact, they've already had several fan meetings or sessions, however without professional organization or security nearby the spontaneous encounters get too intense and usually awkward by the time they manage to escape from them.
And Ezreal is an outdoor guy, there is no better feeling than just being outdoors, having lunch or a coffee in some coffee shop instead of making one at home or ordering delivery, strolling between the windows of each shop instead of scrolling through the sites of those same shops... just walking and feeling the sun and the wind kissing his face was a great experience for him, but he couldn't do it so freely anymore, the only thing he had left was to look through the window longing for the orange evening sky without being able to go out and really appreciate it, the curtains moving softly were like bars and he was the caged lion
And it wasn't that his feelings didn't make sense, the boys felt the same way and it was evident, Yone spent a lot of time working after the debut and the "little" problem they had with the company and the damages, when Yone had time to spend at home you could see on his face how tired he was of seeing either the same office or the same living room every day, K'Sante and Sett went more often to the gym just to enjoy the ride there, Kayn sometimes accompanied them to extra sessions besides the routine they agreed on (not as much as them, the last time he did all their routines he couldn't get up every time he sat down), Aphelios was the one who spent the most time at home besides Ezreal, he was the kind of person who liked to be inside, not like the typical emo kid, he just knew how to appreciate the pleasures of four walls, still lately he would decide to visit Alune instead of letting her come to the house, apart from that he was just as trapped as he was and it showed in the increased amount of pranks he played on them lately (K'Sante developed the instinct of checking his powder before taking it)
But Ezreal didn't have any excuse to go outside, he once offered to go grocery shopping, but after he was nearly crushed to death by a bunch of fans, Yone decided it would be better to order them home until things calmed down and when K'Sante agreed it was settled. So his routine consisted of a cycle of going from his room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the living room and from the living room to his room, depending on who was home he might spend it talking to Phel or K'Sante, annoying Yone by trying to get him to organise any kind of trip, bickering with Kayn or playing video games with Sett. Otherwise he'd just lay around by himself somewhere listening to music or taking selfies (like now).
Suddenly his stomach growled and Ezreal groaned with it, after a few seconds he perked up enough to be able to sit on the edge of the bed, and then started to motivate himself to get up to get some snacks from the kitchen, maybe make himself some coffee and stay in the living room, he pouted to himself at the thought of repeating the routine again, crossing his arms.
Then, with the thought of coffee and that when he looked around his room and his eyes fell on the wastebasket to the side of his desk, inside was a paper bag in which you could see half of the logo of a coffee shop, which was not so far from the house, a smile crept to his lips at the same time as an idea began to form in his head, a good idea, he just had to be discreet and quick.
With new energy he got up and went straight to his wardrobe, from there he rummaged around until he found a simple, loose fitting hoodie and baggy trousers. Then from his desk he chose one of his many pairs of sunglasses, a face mask and a cap. After dressing and grooming he looked at himself in the mirror on his wall, amused he gave a wink at his own reflection, he looked like an undercover spy, some of his hair could still be seen but he couldn't find a way to hide it completely and comfortably, and there were millions of green haired people out there anyway.
Finally he checked the battery on his phone, less than he would have liked but he planned to be quick anyway, charging it wasn't an option either as he didn't have the time to wait and he wasn't going out without it, so he put it in one of his pockets and walked out of his room into the hallway as quietly as possible.
When he reached the front door, he carefully slipped the keys into the lock, but before he could turn it a voice from behind made him startle.
"Where are you going?" Turning around quickly, Ezreal found Kayn leaning against the wall separating the foyer from the living room, still in his pyjamas and looking as if the pillow still was stuck to the side of his face
He forgot, that at the moment only he, Kayn and Aphelios were home, though right now he'd rather the pink-haired one find him than the other blackmailing bastard (affectionately)
"Out. I won't be long" He replied crossing his arms, keeping a light posture, Kayn smiled mischievously at him anyway, amused.
"Dude, Yone is gonna kill you. I think it'll be fun to see the favourite little prince get told off for once."
"What, are you telling on me?" At the question Kayn throws up his hands in surrender.
"Ah, well if they ask I'll answer. Mister «Kayn? Oh, he went for a walk»... or is your memory failing you at your age, Ez?" Kayn imitates his voice going at least five notes higher than it really is. Never letting go of that time he sneaked the bike out and Ezreal was the one who answered K'Sante when he asked where he was
"How could I forget your amazing driving skills?"
The green haired man starts tapping his foot impatiently, the idea is not to be long, preferably to get back before Yone does, and arguing with Kayn was no help to his plan
"Look, I know you adore me but I don't have time to talk right now, yeah? See you later, bye!" Ezreal turned around and turned over the keys that had been left almost forgotten by the intrusion, he opened the door and stepped through the frame
"Where did you say you were going?"
"Coffee shop."
"Get me one of those donuts with the pink icing!" Was the last thing he managed to hear as he shut the door, taking a second to sigh right after.
But Kayn wasn't going to ruin his mood, so taking a deep breath he smiled, pleased to feel the gentle flow of the evening breeze on what little of his face wasn't covered.
He might as well buy the whole band something, if they found out about the excursion in the end, at least he could calm Yone down with something sweet.