Finding Sanctuary

Chapter 12

Note: I don't own Haikyuu and stuff.

Movement on his back is the first thing that Fukunaga's mind registers, the second is pleasant warmth blanketing him. Third and fourth are light on his eyelids along with the forest scent surrounding him, music playing softly from somewhere right after that. Consciousness slowly pulling at him to reluctantly make sense of things.

After a few more moments, he realizes he's on his stomach with his knee away from the other person bent slightly and hands tucked close to his chest. Odd... not nearly as balled up as normal. There's a large body curling around his, covering most of him by fitting against his back and an arm snugly tucked around his waist up to his chest where tan fingers are laced with his effectively pinning him to the bed.

One leg is trapped by the one raised in between his, on top of the thigh of his leg only to be trapped by his free leg's foot hooking over the same leg's calf near the ankle. That leg clearly doesn't belong to him, he curls his free foot up a bit more feeling the top run along the muscular calf. He isn't scared or anything despite being unable to move much, weirdly enough... he feels safe. The scent helps a lot.

The comforting weight shifting as it's lightly pushing him into the mattress feels amazing. Hot breath crawling on porcelain skin as the person nuzzles the crook of his neck has his own catching while pushing back into the solid body, tilting his head slightly to expose more of his throat to the nice feeling without thought. He gets a low groan while being pinned more firmly by the hips for the small move, eliciting a pleased yet groggy hum as soft sparks race up and down his spine.

Sighing softly as he settles into a doze again with a small smile, the movement that triggered his own stills for now after placing a gentle tired kiss on his neck that should have set alarms off yet only managed to send more nice tingly sparks. It's too damn early to be alive so he lets his mind fall apart again before it's ever fully put together. He prefers falling into this fuzzy feeling until a really annoying noise he always hates starts blaring consistently (obnoxiously). If it was alive, he's pretty sure he'd murder it horribly. He's tempted to try anyway. "Nooo..."

A deep groan sounds from behind near his ear after the man's whining grumble. The arm tightens considerably causing his own hand to pitifully squeeze back to convey the mutual aspect of the feeling as he remembers who he's cuddling with, lack of alarm now easily understood as he feels the relaxed groggy owl shift again. He knows what's about to happen. It's supposed to, but he refuses. Fuku wants this wonderful feeling to stay, doesn't want to move. I won't damn it. You can't make me!

He's never been very good at getting up and can be quite pissy about it sometimes honestly, but more often, or if he's woken with the right circumstances like now (gently, preferably without the alarm though this warmth should definitely stay. He'd be okay with it every time he woke up, hates being cold and wouldn't be then), he's pretty affectionate. Like Russian roulette, you never know what you'll get.

He's quite insistent on snuggling as his mind tries to come together enough to get up for caffeine like usual as the pillow at home on his bed can attest to as well as his team that enjoys teasing. I wanna stay nesting in this cuddly warmth...

Thankfully nothing except that stupid electronic annoyance happens for a few moments, but then the weight moves behind him again and this time with purpose.

The owl detangles himself to which Fukunaga emits a drawn-out whine in pathetic protest, earning a sleepy chuckle as the other body moves over him. Suddenly that horrible sound is gone and a relieved sigh escapes him until the other flops beside him instead of comfortably back onto him, naturally this causes him to pout.

He's slept in the same room and sometimes even in the same futon as others, but this feels different somehow. So much better due to the cuddles other people aren't as willing to give normally, aren't as willing to be comfortable with. People get weird or if they do cuddle somewhat, it isn't like he can get as close as possible and then, depending on who it is, they try to pretend it didn't happen or jump away. He can get kind of close with a good excuse, maybe a loose hug or something but that's it sadly. Yaku lets him when he wants to or whatever, but the boy is so small it's not like he can engulf him like this one is currently doing... like he craves. He won't ever admit to that around the libero though. He likes living, thank you very much.