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Kuroo hated cuddling.
Not when he was awake of course. During those times during the day in his plush bed, he would pull you tightly into his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ears.
The problem came when he slept over at your house or you at his. The moment you both crashed with the intent to go to sleep he would turn his back to you. If you tried to wrap your arms around his waist while you were sleeping, the result was a movement to shrug you off and murmurs of protest.
He insisted that it was because he liked to be free while he was asleep and that when others were touching him he was unable to rest. But, after half a year of dating, you were used to staring at Kuroo's backside while attempting to fall asleep.
Well...most of the time.
Tentatively, you trace the outline of his back with the tip of your finger, admiring the toned muscles from years of playing the sport he loves.
His back was warm, unlike the freezing room you resided in at the moment. It was the dead of winter, yet Kuroo chose to keep the room freezing, insisting that he was able to sleep better when he was wrapped under the covers.
It was for this exact reason that you could barely feel your fingers. He had cocooned himself in the comforter during sleep, leaving you only a thin sheet to warm yourself up with.
"Your fingers are cold," He murmurs halfway into the pillow once you had traced midway down his spine.
You giggle and lift yourself up from the bed slightly. Grasping his muscled shoulder, you gently press your lips to the crook of his neck.
"Oh, so that's why you woke me up with your cold fingers," He chuckles and rolls over in order to face you fully, propped up on one elbow. "You could have just asked love, you know I'm always ready."
You flick his nose, "That isn't what I wanted you horny bastard."
He chuckles again, soft and low like the roll and crash of waves. "Then what is it that you wanted?"
You contemplate for a moment, putting your finger on your chin for emphasis. "I'm cold."
"Well that much is clear," He smirks while looking at the goosebumps covering your arms and unravels himself from the blanket, giving you your fair share, "Better?"
You purse your lips. Of course, you appreciated his try, but, "That's not what I meant," You say and his eyebrows knit together, "I want you to warm me up Tetsu."
He sighs, shifting to press a kiss to your forehead. The amount of love shown in the delicate touch to your skin nearly brought tears to your eyes. "You know I don't like skin-to-skin contact when I sleep."
You huff out a sigh, "Then don't go to sleep."
He scrunches his nose and looks past you to the clock on his nightstand, "It's nearly one in the morning, {y/n}, and I have practice in seven hours."
You give him a mocking pout, "I forgot that pretty vollyboys needed their precious beauty rest in order to function."
"And I forgot that needy girlfriends need to be held in order to fall asleep at one in the morning," He shoots back with a smirk.
You dramatically gasp and shove his shoulder slightly, "I should kick you out of the house for daring to speak to me like that."
He quirks an eyebrow at you, "You're going to kick me out of my house? Then what will you do? Walk the ten miles home tomorrow?"
You fight back the laughter bubbling inside your throat and with a fake huff, flip over so your back was facing him.
It was silent for a few moments. You wait for Kuroo to begin laughing, to tickle you to tears, or at the very least close the windows so it wasn't so cold. For second, you think he had gone back to sleep and you were about to get up to close the damn windows yourself.
But before you can slide the covers over yourself to do so, an arm snakes it's way around your waist, spreading it's warmth to you.
Kuroo was always scolding hot. Like a furnace or a fireplace, or a whole damn house fire.
His warmth was splendid in times when you could barely feel your toes. On cold morning walks to school, he would tuck you underneath his arm and fight of the impending frostbite. In the vollyball gym that the school didn't bother to heat he would wrap you up in him until one of his teammates would cat call the two of you for being 'gross' (which 9/10 times was Yamamoto only because he was jealous that Kurro had a girlfriend and he didn't).
But in this moment, it was perfect. He was perfect.
Kuroo nestels himself against you, forming his body to fit against yours like puzzle pieces. His face finds its way into your hair with his lips just barely grazing the outer lobe of your ear.
"You have to admit it though-" He breaths, sending shivers down your spine, "-you are needy."
"I'm not the one who is sprawled out along me like a cat at the moment," You murmur, sleep already washing over you now that you had the warmth of Kuroo.
His soft laughter thumps against your chest, "Well I guess I'm just a true embodyment of my team's nickname," He says and nips at your earlobe. You sigh against the pillow while Kuroo's other hand gently plays with your hair.
"Sleep, {y/n}."
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