ah , youth

iwa right now munching on pocky: it be like that you mangy cat

he’s staring.

like , really , there’s no subtlety about it. bokuto hasn’t noticed , too busy commentating on his complaints whenever his character fails to land the final blow. whining about how he keeps pressing the right combo and that kuroo’s controllers must be whack because there’s no way. no way ! he doesn’t know if that’s a blessing in disguise or god is just trying to fuck with him. he assumes the latter , because now he’s biting into a swollen lip , red from sinking his teeth in over and over. tongue dragging over it in a way that makes kuroo lick his own and , fuck. he’s fucked. absolutely , irrevocably , fucked.

he watches as the owl tosses the controller down , arms crossing over his chest. the sleeves of his shirt straining around full biceps. and , god , he’s still going. but it’s all white noise at this point. bokuto’s voice is just a buzz in his ears , and he really , really , wants to shut him up.

but what his brain tells him is vacuously different from what his body does. his hands already moving , and instead of the casual , playful shove he expects to happen. he’s tapping bokuto on the shoulder , that same hand reaching for the back of his neck. feels the hair that’s grown a bit too long there , and kisses him.

“ excuse me obama . . . seems like i’ve been asked to take care of someone's death wish. just a moment. “

“ what’s that ? “ it’s instinct , or a maybe a death wish , that makes kuroo reach forward. fingers curling into the back of iwazumi’s shirt and sniffing the air. it smells good , really good , and his hunger in that moment is enough to outweigh the heavy , narrowed stare from the other. “ dude , where is that comin’ from ? ya smell it ? “ the captain moves , nearly yanking iwazumi with him in his haste before he’s letting go and rounding the next corner. he turns , hand cupped around his mouth , and grinning while he points with the other. “ iwa ! check it out ! there’s a tofu stand out here ! let’s get some ! “

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.

:knife: is that better

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