college boyfriend! kuroo tetsurou
who refuses to let you go—whether it’s pulling all nighters over assignments, stealing your warmth under the blankets, or dragging out every goodbye like he isn’t already late
contains fluff! no angst i swear, college kuroo! rahh, established relationship, some swearing, just our man being clingy and adorable, akaashi & kenma cameo lol 𑣲
College had a way of turning nights into something blurry and endless. Especially when Kuroo decided sleep was optional. Late nights like this were never really quiet with Kuroo around—especially when he refused to stop working, no matter how tired he was.
You furrowed your brows worriedly, eyes raking over his tired form, “baby, you look like you haven't slept in days, why don't you take a break, yeah?” you murmured from across the room.
Without looking up from the screen, he huffs dramatically and types a few more aggressive keystrokes. “Break? What’s that?” he mutters sarcastically before finally glancing at you with one tired eye. His usual mischievous grin is nowhere to be seen, just pure exhaustion.
You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. Of course he’d say something like that, “Tetsu..I'm serious” you muttered, “i’m worried about you.”
“...Fine. But only if you come here and make me.” A lazy smirk tugs at his lips as he pats the spot next to him, clearly hoping for physical intervention (or affection).
You rolled your eyes, “If I come there will you promise to actually get some rest?”
He dramatically clutches his chest, feigning offense. “Ouch. Suspicious?” But the way he instantly scoots over—making room for you on the bed, betrays him. His tired smirk softens into something more genuine as he mumbles, “...Yeah, yeah. Promise.”
Then with a slow blink, like a cat begging for pets, he adds, “but only if you stay too.”
You sighed softly, making your way over to your shared bed as you slid in beside him. The second you settle in, he immediately drops his head onto your shoulder with a content sigh—laptop still open but forgotten. His messy hair tickles your neck as he nuzzles closer.
“..Knew you’d cave,” he mumbles, voice already slurring with sleepiness. One arm drapes heavily over your waist like a possessive and very tired cat. “Five minutes..then i’ll work again.” A blatant lie—his breathing is already evening out against you.
“Alright..mind if I move this?” you asked, gently maneuvering his laptop aside.
He makes a tiny, sleepy noise of protest—more reflex than actual objection, as you adjust the laptop. But when he feels your fingers brush his wrist, his grip on it loosens. “..Mmh. S’not like i was getting anything done anyway,” he admits in a muffled voice against your shoulder. His free hand blindly gropes for yours and laces your fingers together with half asleep clumsiness. “...You’re warm.”
“And your hands are freezing.” You said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as you settled in the sheets.
He lets out a quiet sheepish laugh, breathing uneven from how deeply he’s already sinking into sleep. “Chem lab..fuckin’ arctic,” he slurs, nuzzling his cold nose against your neck in retaliation. His fingers curl tighter around yours as if to say ‘your problem now.’
“..Steal your body heat or whatever.” A yawn cracks through the threat. The laptop lid finally snaps shut on its own—victory.
“If we were in the same major, I’d just come find you and warm you up myself,” you muttered, your free hand drifting up to brush through his hair.
The moment you rake your fingers through his messy locks, all tension in his frame seems to melt away. His eyes flutter shut with a content sigh, and a sleepy smile tugs at his lips. “Mmm..you’d be the best labmate ever.” he murmurs, already sounding half hallucinating. One knee gently hooks around your legs, like he’s trying to wrap himself around you. “Would make chemistry way more fun..” he breathes sleepily, voice thick with exhaustion.
“More fun, or more distracting?” you joked, letting out a soft chuckle as your fingers went through a knot on his hair, threading it free gently.
He laughs hoarsely at that, the sound interrupted by yet another stifled yawn. His sleep mussed hair pokes at your jaw as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Can it be both?” he muses, eyes still closed. “You wearing a lab coat though? Hot as hell. I’d totally get away with staring the whole time.”
“Weirdo” you muttered with a smile, placing a peck on his head before slumping deeper into the comfort of the sheets.
He lets out a snort at that, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a breathy laugh. “Your weirdo,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin. His hands slide under your shirt, splaying warm against your bare back as if to press you closer. “And you love me for it.” He punctuates the word with a soft kiss just beneath your ear.
“Yeah..I do” you said, continuing your soothing threads, successfully lulling him to sleep.
The steady rhythm of your hand through his hair and the soothing sound of your voice seem to be just what he needs. His weight becomes a comforting deadweight against you as he finally gives in and drifts off. The quiet hum from his lips becomes steady breaths, deep and slow. His fingers still cling to your hand like a lifeline, even in his slumber. And he murmurs something incoherent against your shoulder—probably a sleepy, muttered 'love you,' but he's too far gone to make it understandable.
You smiled, watching him doze off in your arms as you placed a final kiss on his hair for good measure. “G’night my weirdo..” you whispered.
He lets out a content murmur at the kiss, shifting slightly to bury his face into your neck even more. But he's too far gone to respond. It's clear that sleep has him in its clutches now, leaving only the sound of his calm, steady breathing. And as you lie there with his warmth pressed against you, he looks much younger like this, all the stress and worry from the day erased by the vulnerability of sleep.
Morning light filters through the curtains, and Tetsurou stirs with a groggy groan, still half asleep but instinctively tightening his arm around your waist when he feels you move. "...Mm. Five more minutes," he mumbles into your hair, voice gravelly from sleep. His other hand blindly gropes for the blanket to yank it over both of you like a human burrito. Your efforts to wake him are met with stubborn resistance. He groans and mutters something unintelligible, as if to avoid the rude awakening altogether.
"Mmph. Don't wanna get up..." he protests, words slurring together. One hand is still curled around your waist, anchoring you close like a sleepy, clingy cat. "Just... five more minutes, babe please..." he pleads in a drowsy grumble, voice hoarse and muffled.
“Tetsu…you’re gonna be late, you’ve got that 8:30 lecture remember?” you murmured, softly patting his back in an attempt to wake him.
He lets out a dramatic, long suffering sigh at the mention of class, like you’ve just personally betrayed him. But your godly hands in his hair make his eyes crack open halfway, revealing bleary hazel slits. "...Fuck that 8:30," he grumbles, voice still thick with sleep as he nuzzles against your palm. "You woke me up for nothing. S'not even worth it."
“Tetsu..i mean it, get your ass up or i’m kicking you off the bed” you grumbled, attempting to tug him away from your buried self.
A low, exaggerated groan escapes his parted lips at the idea of waking up fully, punctuated by a dramatic roll of his eyes before he reluctantly lifts his head to give you a groggy but annoyed look. "You're a cruel, cruel woman...depriving me of those extra minutes of sleep," he complains, voice still hoarse from sleep. But he doesn't loosen his hold on you, instead, he pulls you impossibly closer, until your bodies are practically melded together.
You rolled your eyes, a muffled groan slipping out. “Off—c’mon, get up,” you huffed, only for him to let out a petulant sigh and yank the blanket over both your heads like a makeshift fortress, plunging you into warm darkness.
“Nope. We’re in witness protection now. Tell the professor I died.” He said, voice muffled but stubborn. A beat passes before he peeks one sleep crusty eye at you, then quickly hides his face again with a whine. “...Or just carry me to class. Your call.”
You chuckled, shaking your head in mock disbelief as you tugged the sheets down and sat up, earning an immediate, unhappy sound from him. “Well, I’m gonna be late for class if you don’t move, so scoot—I need to get ready.”
He lets out a pitiful groan as the covers finally give way, exposing him to the harsh reality of the morning light. “Nooo…” he protests, clinging to you like a toddler refusing to let go of their favorite toy. “Don’t make me move. I refuse.” he buries his face against your stomach instead, wrapping both arms firmly around your thighs to cling like a koala.
“Tetsu…” you sighed, gently trying to pry him off you. He lets out another groan, his grip on you only tightening in stubborn protest. He lifts his head to look up at you with half lidded eyes, attempting a pleading expression.
“Babe..please..?” he whines, voice still thick with sleep and stubbornness, coupled with a hint of desperate pleading. “Can’t I just..skip the first period? Please?”
You raised a brow, “It’s your call Tetsu, but i’m not skipping mine, now move!” you squirmed, managing to break free from his hold—despite his dramatic complaints.
He flops onto his back with a theatrical sigh, limbs sprawled out like a starfish as he watches you escape his clingy grasp. His voice is laced with faux betrayal.
”Wow. Cold. Leaving me all alone in my time of need..” A pause—then he peeks at you from the corner of his eye, lips twitching into a smirk. “Guess I'll just have to come shower with y–OW.” He cuts himself off when you toss a pillow directly at his face.
He lets out a soft grunt at the impact, momentarily stunned by the unexpected pillow attack. But it only takes a few seconds before he dissolves into sleepy snickering, holding the pillow against his chest as he playfully sticks his tongue out at you. “Worth a shot..” he chuckles, his morning hair even more dishevelled than usual now. “Can’t blame a guy for trying, right? I was desperate.”
“You’re unbelievable” you deadpanned, disappearing into the bathroom.
He props himself up on his elbow, his messy bedhead and lopsided grin making him look ridiculously endearing in his sleepy haze. "You love me anyway." He said, tone lighthearted, tinged with exhausted mischief. He doesn't make any move to actually get up yet, simply watching you make your way to the bathroom with a lazy, cat-like gaze. His gaze drifts to your side of the bed, where a faint imprint of your warmth still lingers, and he snuggles into it with a sleepy murmur, inhaling your lingering scent still clinging to the sheets. A few moments pass in lazy comfort, and he's almost lulled back to the verge of sleep when his phone buzzes on the nightstand.
He groans, groping for the phone with one hand without bothering to check who's texting. He squints at the screen through his sleepy haze, the bright light of the screen making him wince. "Who the hell is texting so early...?" he grumbles, fumbling to adjust the brightness and unlock the device with one eye open.
The second he reads the message, his bleary eyes widen—as though the words on the screen are a stark bucket of ice cold water against his exhausted brain.
"Ah, shit." he mutters, sitting up all of a sudden with a jolt. His earlier sleepiness quickly fades, replaced by an instant rush of awareness. He swings his legs off the bed, feet hitting the floor with a thump as he hastily starts rummaging through the rumpled blankets. He mutters under his breath, muttering a stream of profanity as he frantically searches for something amidst the chaos. The realization of being late to class finally dawns on him, and he's now in full panic mode. He finds his phone again, checking the time and wincing at how late it is.
"Double shit." He finally locates his jeans half buried under the sheets, and he swiftly zips them on with a rushed urgency. He's just started buttoning up his white undershirt when he hears the bathroom door open.
You stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around you. “Baby? I thought you said you were skipping class” you murmured, one brow raised as you watched his sudden flurry of movement.
He freezes mid buttoning, shirt half tucked and hair sticking up in even wilder directions from his frantic movement. His eyes dart to you, still damp and towel-clad, then back to the door with a guilty grimace. "Uh. Hypothetically speaking," he starts, voice pitching slightly higher, "what if I said...hypothetically...that Akaashi just texted me about an 'emergency lab meeting'?" A beat passes as he processes your unimpressed stare. "...Or y’know. Hypothetically, I panicked."
You gave him a flat, unimpressed look. “Then I’d suggest you hurry your ass up—hypothetically speaking, of course,” you said, a hint of teasing in your voice as you leaned against the doorway and watched him scramble.
He barks out a startled laugh—half relief, half disbelief at your deadpan delivery. His shirt gets yanked the rest of the way down in one frantic motion as he scrambles toward his backpack.
"Hypothetically," he mutters, shoving textbooks into his bag with zero organization, "I might’ve also forgotten my notes are still on Kenma’s desk from last night."
A pause. He shoots you a wince over his shoulder, "...Hypothetically?"
You sighed and walked past him toward your vanity. “I can stop by Kenma’s place and drop them off your class later” you said, already starting to get ready.
He shoots you a grateful look, his hurried scurrying about the room suddenly coming to a halt. He abandons his half zipped backpack, striding over to you with a slightly harried expression. "You're a lifesaver, babe," he murmurs, gently cupping your cheek and leaning down to place a hasty kiss on your forehead before his brain kicks back into gear. He quickly resumes his frantic packing, pulling a jacket over his shirt.
“Yeah, yeah—what would you do without me, right?” you murmured back, sarcasm in your tone, though you couldn’t quite hide the smile tugging at your lips.
"Probably fail all my classes by the end of the semester," he replies with a wry laugh, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Seriously, you keep me on track. I'd be so screwed without you." He checks the time on his phone again, his eyes widening with renewed panic. "Crap, I'm seriously gonna be so late."
You waved him off with a hand, “shoo! I’ll meet you on campus later.”
He snorts at the dismissive wave, shooting you a mock offended look. But the corner of his mouth lifts in a half smile, betraying the fondness beneath the feigned drama.
"Rude," he huffs, but it's lacking any real heat. He takes a couple steps toward the door, before suddenly doubling back, capturing you in his arms in a sudden, whirlwind embrace. His hold is tight, bordering on clingy, and he mumbles into the corner of your neck.
"Love you. See you later."
You let out a surprised oof sound at his sudden embrace before smiling, “love you too, idiot” you said, turning your head to place a quick kiss on his cheek before shoving him away gently, “now go!”
He laughs softly at your playful shove, reluctantly untangling his arms from around your waist. His hand takes a lingering moment to brush against yours, almost refusing to completely let go. "Yeah, yeah. I'm goin'. I'm goin'."
With one final, almost lingering glance back at you, he finally forces himself out the door—though not before shooting you one final, cheeky wink over his shoulder.
You’re lucky you loved that idiot.
a/n: hey hey ziahex here! i caved and had to post a kuroo fic in coping honor of college kicking my ass:) to all students out there, wishing us the best of luck<3 thank u for reading & hope u enjoyed!
