WARNINGS: None (Lev is kind of a dick but he isn't trying to be ableist)
One thing Kuroo learned quickly after meeting Kenma, was that he was a burrowing creature. His room was always the coldest in the house, so he could sleep under piles of blankets without overheating. He wore oversized hoodies that he practically drowned in, and his preferred spot on the couch always had a minimum of 2 blankets near it, along with a weighted stuffie. Once the two began dating in Kenma's second year of middle school, Kuroo noticed his clothes went missing a lot, only to see Kenma wearing them the next day. After being confronted, the small boy explained that it was not only the extremely large size, but also Kuroo's lingering scent of vanilla, almond, cinnamon, and cedarwood, that drew him to find comfort in the clothes. He could always find his hoodies (which, unbeknownst to Kenma, he had begun to buy ones that were lined with fleece or something similar, and cut the tags out of) back in his closet once the scent had worn off, and made sure to wear them to sleep until they were stolen again. He'd never stop Kenma from taking them, his boyfriend looked too adorable (and sexy) wearing the sweaters that hung off his shoulders, and it kind of felt like Kenma was being marked as his (Kuroo was a possessive fucker, and Kenma loved it). He had plenty of clothes that were a material or cut his boyfriend wouldn't wear anyways, so he didn't have to worry about being short on clothes.
Sometimes, Kenma didn't even wait for Kuroo to get out of the clothes. If Kenma was having an especially hard day--a day where he was overstimulated, understimulated, emotional, or just off--Kuroo tried to wear oversized (even for him) zip up sweaters, so the younger could just walk into his chest and be zipped up with him. This got weird looks sometimes (especially when this happened at training camp, where other teams sometimes didn't know the two were even dating, much less that Kenma's clothes were almost never his), but the two had long since stopped caring.
Nekoma Volleyball Club was at an all-day Saturday practice, and during a 2 on 2 Kenma decided to take a break from the world. He wordlessly walked up to his boyfriend (who was talking to Nobuyuki and Yaku), straddled his lap, and put his head into the taller's chest, letting him zip up his sweater and block out everything. Most of the team didn't bat an eyelid (the third years had seen this even before Kenma graduated middle school, when he came to their practices to walk home with Kuroo), and though the first years looked a little surprised to see their quiet setter get zipped into their captain's jacket, most of them didn't linger too long.
Most of them, save for one freakishly tall Russian.
"Yo, Kenma, what are you doing?" He said once the captain had finished his conversation with the other third years. Kuroo knew his boyfriend well enough to know that, even if he was listening and paying attention to his surroundings, he would not be answering.
"It's a bit too loud and overwhelming for him right now, so he wants to block out the world." None of the team (except for Kuroo and the coaches, of course) knew about Kenma's autism. It wasn't that he was ashamed or anything, it simply never came up, even if he was overwhelmed it was easier to say that than say he was autistic, since their teammates probably didn't know a lot about it anyways.
"It's not even that loud though? Plus, why is he blocking out the world in your shirt?" The captain knew that the first year didn't mean any disrespect, that he was just really dense, but it still irked him that he was judging Kenma's sensitivities and coping mechanisms. At least he knew that his boyfriend couldn't hear, judging by the fact that he had shifted sideways and pulled his legs into the shirt (Kuroo still didn't know how he did that, but he ended up wearing one of his dad's old sweaters so there was plenty of room, plus he didn't care if his hoodies got stretched). The blond pulled out his PSP and began to play, and with his hair now sticking out of the neck hole the taller reached up and tangled his fingers in it (he swore to every deity he knew that his boyfriend began purring).
"To him it's louder, and the noise overlaps, which he doesn't like. I don't know why he likes to burrow, he just does, and if he wants to get into my shirt with me I won't stop him. Besides, how else do I get to show off that he's mine?" He finished with a smirk, the lack of a swat to his chest proving that Kenma had no idea of his surroundings.
Coach called Lev over for his own 2 on 2 game, interrupting him before he could ask another question. The two childhood friends had already completed their own games, so they sat like that for the rest of practice, the captain conversing with teammates with the setter still playing video games in his shirt. Lev didn't ask anymore questions, thankfully, and Kenma only got out when it was time to head home, still clinging close to Kuroo (no longer overwhelmed but that didn't mean he wanted to stop being near his boyfriend. Not that he would ever say that out loud, that's too sappy).
They both went back to Kuroo's house, greeting his parents before climbing into his bed. It didn't have near enough blankets, in Kenma's opinion, but it did have a Kuro so it was just fine.
[A/N: I really just projected hardcore for almost a thousand words]
