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Six: His claim.

Your POV

The very last thing I remember about last night is Kuroo leaning over top of me on the bed, and then I was out. I yawn, rolling over as I feel two strong arms pull me across the bed and into a bare muscular chest. "Fuck my head.." I mumble to myself, rubbing my eyes before looking behind me. "What the?!" I squeal, scooting away from Kuroos grasp as he shifts in his sleep, his mouth slightly open and his hair even messier than usual.

I sit up and look at the clock, 7:30am. "Holy shit..." I grumble before standing up, walking towards the bathroom for some medicine. Ibuprofen was the only thing I found before I noticed a bag of clothes in the corner chair of the room. As I'm rummaging through the bag, Kuroos head pops up. "Oh hey you're up, how are you feeling?" He asks with a stretch, his biceps flexing with each exaggerated movement.

"I'm fine I'm fine, when did you get this?" I ask, lifting the bag that has been packed full of my clothes and even my computer for school. "Oh about that," he says with a smirk as he sits up, the sheets falling into his lap, perfectly showing off all of his tattoos. Two long dragons intertwined with each other sits at the top of his chest, reaching all the way down to... paradise and his sleeve, then I notice one last tattoo on the inside of his other arm.

"Akaashi dropped it off, something about no one is going to be at your apartment for a while?" He says, rubbing his face and combing his black messy hair out of his face. "Oh and one more thing," he speaks up again as he gets off the bed, walking towards me. "College campus called your phone last night and said that classes will be all online for a week or so? They're doing renovations." He explains as I face palm, so that's why my computer is here.

I sigh, grabbing it and heading back towards the bed as he follows, laying behind me like a cat as I open the computer to check the classes. "Are you kidding me? Fuck.." I groan, clicking onto the online meeting that is going on. Kuroos hand comes around my waist as he pulls me back so that my back hits his stomach as he lays on his side behind me. "You have to be quiet." I whisper, watching as more students flood the meet room.

"Ahh welcome class I'm so sorry for the late notice, but as most of you already know," the professor starts. I feel kuroo shift behind me as he grabs his phone, scrolling through something as his fingers draw shapes onto the front of my stomach. What even happened between us last night?

"There was a shooting inside the campus late last night, some bullets hit a pipe line and the main building flooded." He finishes, clicking on some things until a note page pops up on his screen for us to see. "Now then, today we'll be talking about..." his voice slowly gets blocked out as my focus turns towards kuroo whose hand his slowly sliding down my stomach, playing with the hem of his boxers that I'm wearing.

"Kuroo, stop." I whisper, nudging him with my elbow as I watch him smirk from the corner of my eye, not even bothering to look away from his phone. He stops, but shortly after his hand slides down more, now resting on my thigh as his thumb rubs against me. I look up at the ceiling and sigh, quickly turning my head towards him as he glances up, raising a brow. "What is it, Angel?" He asks, playfulness in his tone.

"I'm trying to focus on this class, you're just distracting me." I huff, turning my head back to watch the presentation. I feel him shift behind me, the hand that was resting on my thigh snakes behind me. All of a sudden my shirt lifts a bit from the back, his warm, wet lips connecting to my back as I shiver. "Doesn't seem to me like you really wanna focus..." he trails off, his lips kissing around my back into a perfect heart shape.