u gonna hold her hand, fucko? :gun:
when kuroo finally , finally , rouses from sleep , it’s to a neck full of strawberry blond and glasses pinching into his collarbone.
it’s the latter that wakes him , digging straight into bone and forces a groan from his throat ; scratchy and soft and his throat is incredibly too dry. the body on top of him shifts as he does , but the pinch is still there and kuroo brings up a hand to try and push it away.
a soft ‘ hey ! ‘ breaks the silence and for a second , he’s sure he imagined it. but then there’s a smack against his chest and he knows he didn’t imagine that.
slowly , he blinks his eyes open , rubs the sleep away with his plam and blearily looks down. aiko is staring up at him , phone in hand with a pout that he thinks is way too adorable and his first instinct is to kiss it right off.
“ the hell was that for ? ” she chides , using an index finger to adjust her frames.
it takes him another second , maybe five , to realize what’s happening , and when he does , he grins. all crooked and sleepy. “ sorry , they were digging into me. woke me up. ”
aiko still has that pout on her face , and this time he doesn’t even hesitate to kiss it away. but not before he pulls said pinchers from her nose and folds them onto the table. he feels her phone drop , curling a hand into his shirt but kuroo takes it for his own , palm against palm , and leaves them to ride the rise and fall of his chest. when he pulls back , he kisses the back of her hand , because he’s a sucker and moves to sit up. “ c’mon. this couch is killin’ my back and i really wanna to sleep with that new blanket you bought. ” it’s , like , really fuckin’ soft.
he stands , hands still entwined and even when they’re both in bed , blankets up to their chins and pillows stacked , he doesn’t let go.
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