Melissa Writes Stuff

SO fun story, this piece is actually the first kurotsuki i wrote after my hiatus this last summer. i wrote pretty much the whole thing in one sitting, which was the first time words just flowed after ages of writing feeling like such a struggle, so even if i never finished it or gave it an ending, it’s dear to me heart (and maybe you can notice something from the end that ended up in ch17 of leviticus instead lol). i hope you enjoy!

It’s almost eight o’clock in the morning. In two minutes, Kei’s alarm will go off, and Kei will have to get out of bed.

The room is cold, with Kei’s apartment’s heating struggling to keep up as autumn sets in, but it’s so, so cozy under the covers. Tetsurou’s body heat combining with Kei’s beneath sheets that were just washed yesterday and soft blankets and a duvet that’s technically red, but admittedly looks pink in most lighting. Kei likes that it’s somewhere between pink and red, though. Pink reminds him of his favorite food. Red reminds him of his favorite person.

And Tetsurou is so beautiful, wrapped up in sheets and and blankets and a big, (sort of) red duvet. The pillow he sandwiched around his head before bed has fallen away in sleep, and his skin, still tan from summer, looks so soft, and his hair is so dark against white pillows and as ridiculously sticky-uppy as always. His nose is whistling a little as he breathes.

Kei likes mornings like this, when he wakes up a bit before he’s supposed to. He likes these stolen moments, these stolen glimpses of Tetsurou. It’s funny to sort of step back and think that Tetsurou is a person, a living, breathing human being who likes to spend the night at Kei’s when it’s too cold outside to walk to his own apartment. He’s a real person, a beautiful person, who could be doing anything he liked in this world with anyone he liked, but he chooses to sleep in Kei’s bed so they can walk to university together in the morning. He’s smart and talented and funny and charming, and he’s also somehow Kei’s.

Two minutes pass, and Kei’s alarm sounds off, and Tetsurou cringes as he’s ripped from his dreams.

“Fuck,” he mumbles.

“Good morning to you, too,” Kei half-whispers. It’s the first thing he’s said today, and his voice isn’t exactly cooperating yet.

“I love you,” Tetsurou reminds him, scooting closer to hide his face in Kei’s shoulder.

“I love you, too,” Kei says, and his voice works just fine.

~

It’s just past nine o’clock in the morning, and Kei is in his favorite sweater, and his favorite jeans, and his favorite boots, and his favorite scarf, and his favorite jacket, because it’s finally cold outside and he can wear clothes he actually likes again.

He’s also holding his favorite person’s hand, and his favorite person is also wearing a sweater and jeans, and a scarf stolen from Kei’s closet. It suits him. The flush in his cheeks from the chilly autumn air suits him. The crimson leaves fluttering from the trees they walk past suit him. Nothing in this world doesn’t look good beside Kuroo Tetsurou.

“Do you think we have time to stop for coffee?” Tetsurou asks, pulling out his cell phone to check the time. Kei notices he’s changed his phone wallpaper to a selfie they took together the other day. The first time Tetsurou did that, Kei went bright red with embarrassment, but now, he just felt himself blush a little in pleasure.

“Probably not,” Kei says, biting back a smile.

Tetsurou sighs and squeezes Kei’s hand. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Kei smirks. “If you take less than an hour to get out of bed, then yeah, maybe.”

“Shush,” Tetsurou laughs, leaning in to plant a kiss on Kei’s cheek. “You were slow getting out of bed, too.”

“Because you kept pulling me back in every time I tried to get up.”

“Yeah, I’m sure barely tugging on your shirt made it so difficult for you to get out of bed.”

And Tetsurou’s right. Kei could have easily escaped Tetsurou’s sleepy, sluggish grip. What was more difficult to escape was the warm snuggles and gentle neck kisses. Kei could never say no to early-morning neck kisses. But Kei shrugs anyway. “You’re surprisingly strong.”

Tetsurou grins. “You bet I am,” he says as he drops Kei’s hand and throws his arms around his waist instead, lifting him off his feel to twirl him around.

“Tetsu!” Kei shouts, somewhere between a gasp and a laugh.

Tetsurou puts Kei back on his feet, but keeps his arms around his waist as he sighs. “I don’t have the energy for this this early in the morning.”

Kei snorts. “You sound like an old man.”

“You always say that.”

“You always sound like an old man.”

“Maybe I secretly am.”

“Then you look really good for your age,” Kei laughs softly, leaning his forehead against Tetsurou’s.

“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” Tetsurou teases before he presses a light kiss to Kei’s lips.

And as he pulls away, Kei leans after him to kiss him again. And again. And again.

“We’re gonna be late,” Kei murmurs.

“So stop kissing me, then,” Tetsurou chuckles.

And Kei considers it for a brief moment, but kisses Tetsurou again anyway.

Tetsurou kisses back for a second before pulling away with a laugh. “You have no self control,” he says he takes Kei’s hand in his once more and pulls Kei along in the direction of the university.

Only around you, Kei thinks to himself as he bites his lip (which now taste like Tetsurou’s chapstick).

~

It’s half past ten, and Kei’s bio lecture was let out much earlier than he expected, so now he’s standing outside of Tetsurou’s psychology class with two to-go cups of coffee in his hands. He balances one in the crook of his arm as he digs out his phone to text Tetsurou.

To: Tetsu can you step out of class for a sec? brought you something

Tetsurou texts back immediately, and Kei shakes his head a little, knowing that Tetsurou was probably already texting under the table and not paying any attention to his lecture.

From: Tetsu whatd you bring me?~

To: Tetsu nothing if you dont hurry up

After a few moments of waiting, the door to the lecture hall quietly popped open, and Tetsurou carefully slipped out.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly as he closed the door behind him. “Shouldn’t you still be in-”

Tetsurou cuts himself off with a gasp when he sees that Kei has coffee for him.

“My lecture got out early,” Kei says with a laugh as he hands over Tetsurou’s drink.

“Two sugars, no milk, right?” Tetsurou asks as he pops off the lid and blows away the steam.

Kei wrinkles his nose. “What else would I order for you?”

Tetsurou takes a sip and smiles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kei says before they exchange a peck of a kiss. “Now go back to class.”

Tetsurou manages to steal a second quick kiss before he turns to head back into his lecture.

“And stop texting Kozume during your classes.”

Tetsurou turns back and slumps his shoulders. “How do you just know these things?!”

“Lucky guess,” Kei deadpans as he walks away to scope out a place to kill time until lunch.

~

It’s somewhere between noon and one in the afternoon, and Kei is at a cafe halfway between his and Yamaguchi’s universities.

“It’s been getting so cold,” Yamaguchi groans as he starts slipping off his cocoon of scarves and gloves and a purple puffy coat.

“Mm,” Kei hums in agreement as he takes a seat. “It’s nice.”

Kei’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He doesn’t want to spend his afternoon with Yamaguchi on his phone texting other people, but... a quick peek won’t hurt.

From: Tetsu is it okay if i crash at your place again tonight?

Kei stifles a snort as he types out a quick reply.

To: Tetsu all your rent completely goes to waste

From: Tetsu is that a no?

To: Tetsu you can stay over if you want, but i won’t be home for a while. i’m having lunch with yamaguchi

From: Tetsu alright <3 tell him hi from me! have fun! i love you! i’ll see you tonight!

“Kuroo, right?” Yamaguchi asks with a laugh that, even after all this time, makes Kei blush in embarrassment.

“How can you tell?” Kei grumbles as he types out, i love you too, and puts his phone away.

“He’s the only person that you smile at when you text.”

Kei makes a noise of disgust. “Really? That’s so embarrassing.”

Yamaguchi laughs again. “Sorry, Tsukki.”

“You’re not sorry at all.” Kei wants to scowl but his mouth is trying to hold back another smile so he changes the subject.

“How are your classes going?”

“Changing the subject?” Yamaguchi asks with a knowing smile.

Kei finally manages a scowl. “How are your classes going?” he insists while Yamaguchi just laughs at him.

~

After hours of catching up with Yamaguchi and getting some studying done, it’s almost five, and Kei and Tetsurou are finally stumbling into Kei’s apartment. It’s already getting dark outside, and these days, the darker it gets, the more the cold air goes from refreshing to biting. It made their walk home a lot less pleasant than their walk to class.

“You mind if I use your shower?” Tetsurou asks as he slips off his shoes, sounding like he’s on the brink of his teeth chattering.

“Yeah, s’fine, but make it quick,” Kei tells him as he debates whether or not to take his scarf off just yet. “I’m gonna take a shower, too.”

“We could always share,” Tetsurou suggested.

Kei narrows his eyes. “Ha ha.”

“Teasing,” Tetsurou says softly, pulling Kei gently into his arms and giving him a kiss that was softer and more gentle than his voice or his touch.

And when Tetsurou pulls away and Kei opens his eyes, Tetsurou is just so lovely. His nose is still pink from the cold, but his breath is warm, and his arms are warm, and his lips were very, very warm.

“What?” Tetsurou asks, and Kei realizes he’s been staring.

Instead of trying to cover himself, he just leans in and kisses Tetsurou again. And once more for good measure. And another for luck.

“Maybe we can share,” Kei mumbles, because he’s cold and Tetsurou is just really, really warm.

Tetsurou’s eyebrows shoot up, and Kei nearly snorts. “Really?”

“Just showering together,” Kei says. “Not a euphemism. Literal showering.”

“Of course,” Tetsurou says with a smile before quite literally sweeping Kei off his feet.

“Tetsu!” Kei gasps, clinging to Tetsurou’s sweater (as if Tetsurou would ever drop him).

“Too much?” Tetsurou asks.

“Little bit.” Kei takes a deep breath and sighs at his ridiculous, hyper-romantic boyfriend. “But it’s fine.”

“Good,” Tetsurou says as he leans down to press a kiss to Kei’s neck. “Also, important question: is kissing going to be allowed in this shower?”

Kei hums as Tetsurou kisses his neck again. “Kissing’s always allowed.”

~

It’s a quarter past six, and Kei and Tetsurou are waiting on a delivery pizza, and are currently a tangled mess of limbs on Kei’s couch. Tetsurou’s skin is still so soft from the shower, and his embrace is absolute heaven. It would take an army to get Kei to let go of him right now. Or a delivery pizza.

For comparison:

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s/Philosopher’s Stone: 76,944 words

Chamber of Secrets: 85,141

Prisoner of Azkaban: 107,253

Goblet of Fire: 190,637

Half-Blood Prince: 168,923

Deathly Hallows: 198,227

The Hobbit: 95,356

The Fellowship of the Ring: 187,790

The Two Towers: 156,198

The Return of the King: 137,115

Hamlet: 30,066

Pride and Prejudice: 122,685