With me. || Kuroo X Reader ||

~9~

TW: sexual content (not in great detail).

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You'd gone on road trips before. Whether it was to see a far-off family member, or to go to some sort of event, the feeling of being in a car for extended periods of time was anything but foreign.

But something about this was different. Riding in the passenger seat of Kuroo's slick black car, the faint smell of cologne and what seemed to be the shampoo he had used the day before, the feeling was almost...euphoric. Like nothing could ruin the reverence that had washed over you every time you stared at the open road head, small rays of sunlight peeking through the trees and filling the car with a certain warmth.

And of course, there was him. His presence alone brought you more comfort than anything. From the way he'd place his hand on your thigh whilst he was driving, to sharing every snack or drink he pulled out of his bag. In one way or another, he was there. He was present, physically and mentally.

And though you enjoyed that comfort he brought to you, It had started to worry the two of you.

At night, if you couldn't feel him next to you, your mind went into a panic. You'd start thrashing about in your sleep, breathing way too heavily and on the verge of tears. Many times, the poor boy had to wake you up to assure you that he was still there, that he had only left briefly to either go to the bathroom or get something to drink. You'd calm at the sight of him, only for the process to repeat in the morning when he'd leave to warm up the car without telling you.

You'd apologize profusely, to which he'd brush it off, telling you it wasn't a big deal. You, however, know it was, in fact, a big deal. You'd never acted like that before, let alone about the absence of a person. But something in you knew it wasn't just about it being Kuroo.

You were afraid of being alone. You'd seen the bloodied man twice now, each when you had allowed yourself to feel true happiness since the 'accident'. Each time, Kuroo was there. He protected you, comforted you, cared for you. And you were more than grateful, content with your relationship.

So why did you still feel that way?

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The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon, it's flames of sunlight dancing across the treetops, the frost underneath melting as they met. Kuroo had decided it would be okay to leave the motel room, which you had yet again stayed in, to go grab something from the vending machine. He carefully picked up the comforter so as to not wake you from your well-needed slumber and made his way over to the heavy-set door.

Turning the door handle, he gently opened it, revealing a cold chill that whipped through his body, causing him to wrap his arms around himself as he descended the stairwell.

The machine beeped and clicked, a chip bag soon falling down behind the door. The boy shook his head as he knelt down and grabbed the bag, leaning against the machine and ripping the plastic open while watching as the final fragments of sunlight reached him.

Kuroo loved this time of year, where everything was just getting that tad bit colder. Mornings were cool enough to where you could see your breath in the air, while mid-day would melt away all remaining frost and cold temperatures. It reminded him of when Kenma would complain about being too cold on their morning walks to school.

"Kuroo, I'm gonna freeze to death. Why do we have to go so early?" He'd say as he'd pull his scarf further up on his face, covering the whole bottom half, and nuzzling down into his jacket.