take a break. | tetsurou kuroo [short fic]
❛ 𑁍 pairing: husband!tetsurou kuroo x wife!reader
❛ 𑁍 scenario: in their shared condominium
❛ 𑁍 warning: sfw, sfw, sfw, sfw, sfw; absolute fluff, like the story went floof; someone take away the candies from me
❛ 𑁍 note: here we go again with the hamilton references; i hope y'all are not tired with this
❛ 𑁍 requested by: @vi0letpurple
when you woke up from your late afternoon nap, it was already well enough in the evening. most specifically, way past dinner time already. your work drained your energy earlier and the power-power nap you took recharged the liveliness in you.
until you heard the distant, hard, and focused tapping of the keyboard from your husband's office next door.
your shoulders dropped. you exhaled an exasperated sigh. your brows furrowed in frustration and in slight anger.
this had been going for almost a week now and you are touch-starved for god knows how long.
kuroo tetsurou had never given you the attention you were hinting for so much and it thwarted your motivation to your work bit by bit, whether your're going to admit that or not. it just infuriated you that he's been giving more attention to his work than you, his own wife.
it's not like you're acting for too much, but he's already crossing a line that you never wanted him to cross. and that is putting work over his own responsibilities as your husband.
you were awake for a while. ten minutes, give or take. but there seemed to be no force stopping tetsurou from doing whatever paperwork he brought home from work.
'if he won't stop himself,' you thought, standing up from your shared bed. 'then i will do something.'
you wore your bunny slippers (which you recieved from kenma as his gift when you moved in together) and padded down the hall and into the office.
and, oh my god.
the chaos you found in the room.
un-freaking-fathomable.
there's a reason you don't enter your husband's office and that's because he likes it very much when nobody touches his stuff, for fear someting might go missing or misplaced by a mere misfortune.
but this was too much.
some folders were scattered on the floor with its content scrambled with one another and on top of each other. some stationary supplies were into places where they shouldn't be. the filing cabinets which your dear husband bought were all opened and what took the places of the folders were messy stapled documents.
"tetsurou," you softly called out in the doorway. "what happened?"
whether he had something in his ears or he's ignoring you completely, it didn't matter. it really seemed like his work was getting the best (and the worst) of him.
you noticed that there were black, deep circled around his eyes; his usual 'bedhead' hair was even more of a tuffled mess than usual; his body was limping and he kept dropping his over from the palm of his hand.
he's physically, mentally, and emotionally tired and the toll of his hard work was showing painfully.
you huffed and walked across the room, making your way over to him while trying to avoid to step onto something foreign. the last thing you need right now is to cause an accident.
perhaps the shuffling of the things beneath you awakened tetsurou's senses because he suddenly looked up from the laptop and saw you treading across the messy floor.
he exclaimed, "(y/n)...!"
you didn't say anything back until you reached his desk.
tetsurou only lingered his gaze on you. he softly said, "(y/n), baby, is something wrong?"
when you turned to look at him, your eyes conveyed everything you needed to say: you're lonely, you're feeling neglected, you've been thwarting warmth from him, you're feeling down and sad, you're freaking touch-starved for him.
tetsurou looked away from you and to his laptop, sighing. he really ran out of excuses, so he just said, "honey, i'm sorry but deadline's been really snappy and i need-"
no further words were needed.
you slammed his laptop shut and climbed onto his lap. he flinched from your sudden aggressiveness; your aggravated movement finally fracturing his centered focus on work.
"(y-y-y/n)!" your surprised husband exclaimed. he was really caught off-guard.
you only mumbled something incoherent to his hearing but you're shifting your weight around his strong legs, adjusting your positions so that you're properly situated on his lap. your arms were around his neck, pulling down and close to your body. (oh, boy, don't you miss this. a lot). you tucked your feet together, your form huddling in his buff body. you look like a needy baby but you could care less.
tetsurou, who seemed to get the gist of your movement, slowly complied...
he wrapped his big arms around you, pulling you even closer to him (if that's even ever possible). his lips were on your forehead, kissing it multiple times up to the middle of head, smelling your lovely scent of vanilla and hibiscus.
god... he just realized he was touch-starved, too.
he rocked your body back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in your ears - from the things he missed about you to sincere, meaningful but short apologies regarding his negligence, ignorance, and forgetfulness to you.
looking around his messy office, he noticed how disorganized it was. it seemed he also just saw the consequences of his actions.
he sighed. but right now, he had something bigger to fix: both of your touch-starved selves.
he shifted his office chair backwards, away from the desk. he twisted it so that both of you are staring out the wide window, looking down the tall, luminiscent buildings before you and lively streets below you.
"take a break," you said softly, massaging his neck daintily.
"run away with me for the summer, let's go upstate," tetsurou added, smiling.
"that would be nice," you said, smiling. you looked up to him and kissed his chin lovingly.
"while you're here... i'd like some love advice," tetsurou continued teasingly.
you laughed, suddenly feeling the atmosphere lightening up. god, you two missed this so much. more than you two can ever admit.
"some love advice? my advice is shut up and cuddle me more, you cuddle monster," you said, breaking the connection you both had with the 'hamilton' lyrics.
"i hope you'll be satisfied," tetsurou lovingly whispered in your ear as he complied to your demand - cuddle and all the skinship you needed for the night.