[2:39 AM] KUROO TETSURŌ

"it's two in the morning," you say, and a funny little smile spreads across kuroo's face.

"i missed you."

he's standing outside your window—pebble still in hand—with his bag slung over his shoulder and exhaustion dancing across his face. you'd be lying if you said you weren't happy to see him—but he woke you up, and giving him any sort of satisfaction after that seems like an awful idea.

"i was asleep," you hum, sticking your head outside the window frame.

"and now you're not." you roll your eyes and you can see his teeth peek out from behind his lips—a toothy little smile that tells you you’ve already lost. “i’m gonna freeze out here if you don’t let me in.”

“maybe i want you to freeze. a science experiment, i guess.” you return his little grin—toothy and wide and just as exhausted—and you can see the breath of a sigh sputter through the air.

“really, a science experiment?” he asks.

“yeah,” you hum. “i wanna see what would happen to your hair.”

you lean forward, pushing the window open a little further as he shakes his head, stepping towards the siding.

“just let me in, stupid.”

and you didn’t notice it before, but the stars are bright tonight. they streak his skin—constellations spilling across his back as he hoists himself into your window.

you wouldn't tell him—wouldn't ever give him the additional ego boost—but he looks pretty. he's blue and purple and bright—an extension of the midnight sky—and he's barely through the window, but he's so close that you can smell his cologne.

he slings his bag onto the floor and wipes the dirt off of his hands, but when his attention shifts to you, you laugh.

there are bags under his eyes and a smile on his face and he's filling the gap between you slowly—a little hesitation in each motion of his body.

"hi," he murmurs, fingers finding the side of your cheeks.

"hi," you return, and a smile stretches across his face.

he lingers, eyes dancing over your own, breath swirling across your skin, and when he opens his mouth to speak again you pull him in—a tug at his collar that slams your lips together.

but kuroo always kisses you as if it's his last. he's quick and eager—teeth tugging at your bottom lip, breath mixing in the air. he's gentle and sweet in his movements, but there's always something a little desperate under the surface.

and after a moment, you pull away—lungs hitched and eyes wide—and he chuckles, a little laugh finding the air of your room.

"you did miss me." his voice is stuttered—still a little rasped by the movement of your mouths—but there's a little cockiness coating it; a sound that's so incredibly kuroo that it makes you laugh.

and you tilt your head to the side, fingers still wrapped around the collar of his shirt and the lull of sleep heavy on both of your faces, and you smile. "i don't know," you whisper with a grin. "maybe a little bit."

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