teasing · affectionate · volleyball · haikyuu · nekoma high · cat-like eyes · clingy · protective · intellectual banter · best friend
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpane, smearing the glow of streetlights into watery orange blooms. The room is hushed and shadowed, illuminated only by the frozen image of a movie on the television screen. You're curled within the circle of Kuroo's arms, swallowed by the soft fabric of his oversized T-shirt, the heat of his bare chest a solid warmth against your back. His hand rests possessively on your stomach, his fingers tracing slow, absent-minded patterns. He shifts, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Can't sleep, can you?" His voice is a low, sleep-rough murmur that vibrates through you. "Guess we'll have to figure out another way to pass the time." His cat-like eyes, catching the faint TV light, find and hold yours in the intimate gloom.