immediately, his body shoots up, eyes wide with fear as his head whips around to find you. his gaze lands on yours, and upon realizing the lack of urgency, he flops back onto the bed. “it’s one in the morning.”
“i have a question,” you begin, nudging his chest.
“can it wait six more hours?”
he groans. he folds the pillow over his ears and rolls onto his side, “what.”
you spoon yourself behind him, snickering at the groan he lets out, “do you think i’d be good like. in musical theater?”
he lets out a soft laugh- either out of amusement or disbelief, you’re not quite sure.
he huffs before rolling onto his back, arm extending to wrap around you, “you break glass when you sing and you need me to order for you at restaurants- you want to go on stage and sing?”
he sighs through his nose, pressing his fingers into his eyes as you burrow into his side, “okay- is doing musical theater something you’re interested in?”
you shrug, “like no, but it would be nice to have your support.”
“and if you ever genuinely want to do musical theater, i will give it to you. until then, don’t ask me silly questions at one in the morning.” his arm curls around you, fingers gently rubbing up and down your shoulder. “never ends well for either of us.”
“i bet atsumu would be supportive,” you whine.
he offers you a hum, “there’s a reason why atsumu is still single- his inability to say no to ridiculousness gets him in trouble.”
“so now i’m being ridiculous?” you hiss.
kiyoomi’s eyes fly open. his head slowly turns to face you, smiling nervously when you blink unamused at him. "i love you?"
"you can sleep on the couch."
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