***(Y/N) POV***

I wasn't where I was supposed to be.

Had my bed grown bigger? No, that was impossible, even I knew that in my delirious state. A familiar scent was stuck to the fibres of the sheets, and for a moment I thought that perhaps I had ended up going home with Hanamaki, but no, I was used to his bed; his smell, and Matsukawa's too. Iwaizumi, maybe? Unlikely. I'd tried and failed on that front many times before, and if I had messed around with that Kyotani guy I would probably have woken up with more pain than just the standard hangover headache.

So...where the actual fuck am I..?

A quick blind pat down of my body under the covers lead me to confirm that I was fully clothed, which meant I had most likely behaved in my drunken state, or at least when it came to the opposite sex.

With an unbecoming grunt I sat up, letting the sheets bunch in my lap as I surveyed my surroundings, trying to figure out my situation. All I had to do was look down, and a few hazy memories came flooding back when I took in that shade of red, one of which being my talk with Kuroo.

Oh my god. I wish I'd aspirated on my own vomit.

There was a window right there, and I was extremely tempted to climb out and escape the impending embarrassment, but I knew it would only delay the inevitable. Besides, Kuroo's bed was pretty damn comfortable, and the longer I stayed put the longer I could avoid being chewed up and spat out by Yaku Morisuke.

I flopped backwards the second I heard the door open, as some kind of primal flight instinct, narrowly missing the headboard and a nice concussion as Kuroo walked in, but...

"Your hair passed away." My voice came out hoarse when I spoke, pointing to his damp, flaccid hair, which actually looked somewhat neat for the first time since I had met him.

He just ambled on in, holding a glass of water that he placed down upon the bedside table.
"Mmhmm." Oh, he sounded worse off than I did, and he looked it, too, with dark bags under his usually sharp eyes and hunched shoulders.
"My condolences..."

Okay, I feel really bad...

When he sat down on the edge of the bed I shifted a little, trying to fight against my aching head so I could form a proper sentence.
"You're pissed, and I totally can't blame you..." I murmured, just barely pulling my legs out of the way before he let himself fall backwards.
"Not pissed. Just exhausted. Lack of sleep usually does that."

I studied him closely, watching as the wetness of his hair began to darken the sheets beneath his head.
"I'm sorry..." I was being completely sincere, because I hadn't wanted to rope him into looking after me, or into that part of my life at all.
"Don't be. I'm just glad you're safe."

Why do you have to be such a good person..?

"Did Ta...Hanamaki call you?" I questioned, shifting a little so I could sit sideways, stretching my legs out. Kuroo nodded slowly, keeping his eyes closed, hardly moving.
"Yeah, he said you were a mess, and honestly, you kind of were. Remember the tree..?" Furrowing my brow I tried to recall anything about a tree, but was pulling up a blank, and my silence was answer enough. "You ran off and climbed one in the front yard. I knew you could be a little shit, but that was something else."

Yeah, I guess I'm a pro at little shittery.

"As adorable as you were drunk, I don't want to have to deal with that again, at least not that early in the morning, preferably." He continued, and I just stared at him, the pulse of my headache noticeably speeding up.
"Adorable..?" I questioned his choice of words and the boy gave a limp shrug, sighing as he used likely what little residue of energy he had left to roll over onto his stomach.
"Yeah, I'm too tired to even be embarrassed I said that..."

Wow. That's tired. But also...aaaaa?

Scooting myself a bit, I laid down and rolled to face him, the only thing between us a slight bunch of sheet.
"If it's any consolation, I'm actually really sorry that I caused you so much trouble..." That was no lie. Even if I had already apologised, I felt like I needed to more than once.
"I told you, it's okay, really. Besides, I guess I feel somewhat...I don't know, not responsible, but similar, since I didn't realise you were hurting..."

Frowning wasn't exactly helping my headache, nor was talking at all, really, so I stayed still, watching the side of his face as he laid there.
"How the hell could you have known? I didn't tell you. I'm pretty good at hiding crap, man." I wanted to reach out and touch his damp hair, but I refrained. Despite not remembering much, I had the feeling I'd likely overstepped some boundaries at some point. It would be pretty on brand for me when mixed with alcohol.

"Sure, but I pride myself in being able to read people. You're...a challenge." Yeah, I'd heard that before, and every variation of the word. Difficult, problematic, strange. "We're friends. Lean on us a little if you're going through something, okay?" He finally turned his head to look at me, offering me a weary smile that looked so incredibly gentle on his face.

I'm not well enough right now to feel this kind of thing...

After studying his eyes for a long while, dipping into pools of honeyed hazel, I looked away, down to the big white number one on the front of my stolen shirt.
"Did I...do anything to make you uncomfortable..?" I wanted to know, because if I had done anything then an apology would be in order.

Kuroo's hesitation was more than enough to confirm my worry, and he shifted back to stare up at the off-white ceiling.
"Not exactly, uh, uncomfortable..." He started, carefully rolling potential words on his tongue. "You just got a little...I..I guess bold..? Took me way too off guard..."

So I tried to screw him. Great...

"I'm so-"
"I know you are. You were drunk, (N/N), I'm not holding anything against you." Probably wasn't his wisest choice of words, but for once I didn't make a joke out of them. "It was fine, you backed off, we talked, then you, um, kinda trapped me as your b..body pillow for the rest of the night..."

That didn't come as a surprise, either. My proof of affection was touch, and Kuroo was one of my favourite people, if not the holder of the top spot.
"My bad. I like to cuddle, it's my thing. I'm the kind of person that needs set boundaries, otherwise it's all fair game, so just tell me if you're not cool with stuff."

He looked over to me again, his fingers drumming against his stomach, the faint tap of skin against cotton somewhat rhythmic.
"I..It's not that I'm not cool with it...I'm just, uh, not exactly, well, accustomed to being so close with a girl. Foreign territory, platonic or otherwise..."

Ah. Straight panic.

"With a face like that? I find that hard to believe." There was no joke. I actually meant it. Kuroo was a very attractive man, and not just physically.
"Believe it. I was painfully shy when I was a little kid, ask Kenma. Even when I grew out of it, all I really wanted to do was play volleyball and study. On the rare occasions a girl did try to talk to me, I'd panic and end up making an idiot out of myself."

Imagining a tiny little Kuroo all shy and meek was likely the most adorable thing my mind could have ever conjured, but it was also very hard to picture.
"And look at you now. Laying on your bed with a woman. How far you've come." I joked, hoping it wasn't too much after what had previously transpired.

"Why do you think I'm this tired? Didn't sleep a damn wink because you were latched onto me all night. Fried my brain." He admitted, his chuckle slightly timid as he continued to stare up at his ceiling. Again, I felt bad, but I was also kind of flattered. He'd been so amped up from nothing more than being cuddled?

"So...right now, if I said my head hurt and I needed a snuggle from my buddy to make me feel better, you'd explode or something? Hypothetically." I asked, edging a little closer. I was only half trying to make physical contact with him, the other half was just genuinely curious. Most of the time, touch wasn't a big deal to me, and I often actively sought it out.

Kuroo shifted, and I watched his lip divot under the press of his teeth as he did so.
"I..I wouldn't explode...I said I'm not used to it, that's all..." Deciding to call him out, I closed the distance between us, throwing an arm and a leg over him from the side and resting my head upon his shoulder.

He tensed instantly, and I caught the exact moment his pulse began to race. It was honestly adorable.
"So this is okay? Because if you're going to be one of my best friends, you're probably going to have to deal with this a lot, my dude." Obviously, if he said it made him uncomfortable in any way I would have stopped immediately, but he didn't. In fact, he almost turned the tables, kind of holding me against him with a rigid arm.

"I..I mean...I don't have an issue if it's how you show, uh, friendship..?" God, he was cute, and it was impossible to try and ignore it. Yawning, I started toying with the fabric of his shirt, pinching it between my fingers when I heard his phone vibrate.
"I'll bet my left ovary I know who that is..."

My enraged nephew.

"Feel lucky that you missed the onslaught of calls that started at about seven. I just told him you were still sleeping it off, and I'd walk you home when you woke up." Kuroo sighed, finally starting to relax somewhat. The thought of going back to the Yaku household made me feel sick, which wasn't at all great on top of the existing ick of my hangover.

"What would it cost me to get you to pretend I don't wake up until, oh, I dunno, the apocalypse, maybe?" I asked hopefully, feeling the boy's chuckle rumble from his chest beneath my hand.
"As much as I like hanging out with you, you really need to go home soon. If I don't get some sleep my cortisol levels will rise too much and I'll..." He paused, realising I'd have no clue what he was talking about. "No sleep equals body go bleh."

Groaning, I pressed my face into the side of his neck, ignoring his flinch.
"Why can't you just sleep now? I'm still tired too, so we can just pretend Momo doesn't exist for a bit. Come on, man, let me have a few extra hours of life before sending me to death row." I whined in complaint, simply wanting to delay the inevitable.

The size of Kuroo's sigh moved my whole body, and he tried to stay relatively still as he reached for his phone, tinkering with something before tossing it to the side again.
"One hour. Only because I genuinely feel like I might pass out. Plus, I kind of prefer you alive."

Oh my god. Same.

"You are literally the best person to ever exist. Like, actually." Relieved, I gave him a big squeeze, and I felt his throat bob against the side of my head.
"B..But after that, I mean it, you have to go home. Yaku scares me as much as he scares you..."

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"Hey, Kuroo..?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you recall me having WcDonald's at any point?"

"Yeah, I bought you a kid's meal because you wouldn't shut up. Why?"

"Oh, no reason...I can just taste it coming back up..."

"...Bathroom. Now."