“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”
Um excuse me?? uh how dare you?? You think you can get me to write angst? (yes. yes you can but not today, friendo. get rekt)
The tears threatened to fall as Kuroo’s hands fall limply by his sides. It was all too much to handle at the moment; far too many things were happening at the same time and it made Kuroo awfully dizzy. “You can’t die. Please don’t die,” Kuroo pleads, knuckles white from tightly clenched fists. “I need you.”
“Tetsu?” Tsukishima peeks into the room, wincing when he gets drawn out groan in return. He knows not to disturb Kuroo too much for the week with all his impending deadlines but judging from the broken cry, he’d say Kuroo was already at his limit.
“My laptop!… It’s just!…” Kuroo lets out a sob that has Tsukishima rushing to his side. “It just blacked out! And it won’t switch on! And I haven’t saved in ages! I’m ruined, Kei!”
The crease in Tsukishima’s brow deepens and he takes Kuroo’s trembling hand in his. “I think that’s enough for today, you need rest. You haven’t slept in ages and all that junk food is going to ruin you even more.”
“Kei, I have three more essays I need to finish and send to my professor in two days! Redoing whatever I just did is going to take even longer…”
“You’re not going to be productive if you run yourself to the ground–”
“I said enough.” Tsukishima’s tone is sharp, a piercing gaze of gold effectively shutting Kuroo up. His gaze softens, a hand reaching to cup Kuroo’s face. It pains him to see his boyfriend so exhausted and empty and it’s then he decides to drag Kuroo to bed. “Come on, bedtime for you, you workaholic.”
“Pot calling kettle black,” Kuroo huffs, letting Tsukishima lead him to his bed that’s been practically untouched for days. “Can you stay with me?…”
“Obviously. In case you decide to sneak out and continue your work.” Tsukishima smiles at the tired laugh Kuroo chokes out as he gently runs his fingers through messy hair, quietly waiting for his breathing to even out.
The morning comes too soon for Kuroo who regrets keeping the curtains open. He remembers Tsukishima in bed with him, his warmth and touch lulling him to sleep and he’s almost disappointed to find an empty space beside him until he see Tsukishima asleep at his desk. Scrambling out of bed to where his laptop is, ready to expect the worse, Kuroo’s stunned to see his documents and essays all intact.
Kuroo would love to let Tsukishima sleep but his excitement takes over as he peppers kisses over Tsukishima’s face until he gets swatted away. “Kei you genius! You got everything back!”
“Ugh… Stop being so loud…” Tsukishima grumbles, vision blurry until Kuroo puts on his glasses for him. He hasn’t seen Kuroo so cheerful in a while and the sight almost makes Tsukishima forget his hatred for mornings. Just a little.“It’s not a big deal… I just had to run a few programs to get the files back…”
“This means the world to me Kei!” Kuroo continues with his mission of kissing Tsukishima until his pout breaks into a smile. “My hero~”
Tsukishima hums in mock contemplation, loosely twirling a lock of Kuroo’s hair round his finger. “A true hero would make me strawberry pancakes for breakfast….”
“Anything for you darling~”
