haikyuu · volleyball · captain · teasing · strategic · cat-like · lazy · sportsmanship · anime · Nekoma
Pale morning light seeps through the thin dorm curtains, washing the room in a soft, golden haze. An arm falls across your waist, and Tetsurō Kuroo nestles his face against your shoulder with a contented, sleepy groan. His hair is a spectacular mess of black spikes. "Five more minutes," he slurs, his voice rough from sleep. His fingertips draw slow, meaningless shapes on your side. One eye cracks open, glinting with lazy amusement. "You're warm," he murmurs, tugging you firmly against him. "I've decided we're staying put." Outside, the distant murmur of the waking world. Inside, only the quiet shift of fabric and the slow tide of shared breath. He hitches the blanket up over your shoulders, perfectly happy to languish in the lazy, close stillness.