Tokyo! (Tsukishima x Kuroo)

Chapter 7

He was ignoring what happened between us. Ignorance is bliss, I guess. 

"Want to watch a movie?" I asked him.

He looked at me and nodded, his glasses slightly disrupted by the motion.

He got to pick of course; I honestly didn't care as long as I was with Tsukki. I let him pick because these feelings were unrequited. Definitely. There's no reason as to why the angel with fair-colored hair would like someone like me. Hell, he probably liked his friend Yamaguchi.

***Third Person POV

It was the opposite. Tsukki wanted to be by the sloppily composed man. His presence just made him feel safer.

Time flew by. When the two were together, it passed so quick and was bittersweet. Both boys' minds were spilling with thoughts that they could barely watch whatever movie Tsukki chose. Both of their emotions fumbled around.

The blondie checked his phone nervously, hoping it'd distract him from the current situation. The time was 22:17. His mind darted to his upcoming career that would begin tomorrow. 

"Hey we should try and get some rest. You can go sleep on your bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

Tsukki was afraid of that embarrassing display of emotion he had. He tried to keep it contained, not letting Kuroo know that he remembered waking up to his nurturing heat. 

***Kuroo's POV

God damn it. I don't know if I could sleep without his cuddles. 

"Agh." I threw my head back in a joking manner.

"Hm?" He asked, pushing up his glasses.

"Nothinggggggg..." I teased, as I slid into bed.

"Goodnight Kuroo-san."

"G'night Tsukki."

I blushed softly as I replied.

I set my alarm and fell asleep. I assume Tsukki did the same.

***Tsukishima's POV

Why did I decline another night of cuddles? Nevermind, I know exactly why. He would just end up hurting me. He's a player. He's probably talking to tons of other people in the exact way he's talking to me. Hell, he probably doesn't even like guys like me.

I lied, staring at the ceiling. My consciousness ebbed, as I was blanketed in a deep sleep.

I woke up to the familiar beeping of my alarm clock. I believe I set my alarm to awake me before Kuroo did to his respective alarm. It was 6:00.

I heard a loud stir from the bedroom to my left. The couch was on a plane parallel from the room. I had to stop myself from checking Kuroo.

I groggily walked to the single bathroom in the house, taking off my shirt. I guess my sleepiness hindered my mind from feeling the need to lock the door, because I was caught, half naked, in front of Kuroo-san. 

"Agh, sorry!" He apologized.

I stood there flushed, having exposed myself to him.

"I-it's fine."

I showered quickly after removing the rest of my sleeping apparel. I brushed my teeth for about three minutes, still being conscious enough to ensure Kuroo had more than enough time to muster his usual hygiene. 

I guess Kuroo just had rested for the whole amount of time I took to shower, since nothing productive was done. 

I heard the shower rain down in a massaging pattern from the bathroom shortly after I left it.

"Hm." I stared at all of the unwritten chores that were needed to be fulfilled.

I folded up the gray blanket and laid it on the couch that I had used as my bed for the night, picked up an empty cup by Kuroo-san's bedside, and started on the french toast I was planning to surprise Kuroo-san with.

To my surprise, I had finished the french toast before Kuroo-san was even out of the shower. I sighed, waiting on him to finish.

Sorry if the POV swaps were confusing u_u;;

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