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The snow is coming down so hard it looks fake.
Like someone put Kenma’s apartment inside a snow globe and shook it violently.
Kenma stares at the window.
“We’re stuck here.”
Lev cheers.
Yaku elbows him.
Bokuto cheers louder.
Oikawa is filming himself with dramatic winter lighting.
Iwaizumi is threatening to throw Oikawa INTO the snow for dramatic lighting.
Hinata is excited.
Kageyama is excited but trying to hide it.
Kuroo looks around like he knows he’s about to suffer.
Akaashi begins assigning sleeping arrangements like a strict camp counselor.
“Guest room,” Akaashi reads, “Bokuto and me.”
Bokuto cheers.
Akaashi sighs.
“Office pull out bed, Yaku and Lev.”
Lev screams, “WE’RE ROOMIES!!”
Yaku threatens to hurt him
“Couch, Oikawa and Iwaizumi.”
Oikawa dramatically gasps.
“With HIM?”
Iwaizumi cracks his knuckles.
“Keep talking.”
“Hinata’s room, Hinata and Kageyama.”
Hinata: “Yay!”
Kageyama hides his smile.
“And finally… Kenma’s room, Kenma and Kuroo.”
The room goes silent.
Kenma looks like he’s entering his villain arc.
“We’re not—” Kuroo starts.
“YES you are,” Bokuto says.
“No,” Kenma tries.
“Yes,” Yaku says.
“Very yes,” Lev nods.
Hinata nods because everyone else did.
Kageyama nods because Hinata nodded.
Hinata drags Kageyama into his room, all brightness and excitement.
“You can take whichever side!”
Kageyama sits on the edge like he’s afraid to wrinkle the sheets.
Hinata plops onto the bed, rolls across it, kicks his feet, and laughs.
“It’s so warm in here! Kageyama come here!”
Kageyama turns red instantly.
“I— I’m fine.”
But Hinata doesn’t hear him.
He’s already bouncing up and down, fixing pillows, humming like a kid.
Kageyama watches him with that soft, flustered look no one ever sees.
When Hinata finally settles down, he yawns, grabs a blanket, and sleepily rolls over toward Kageyama.
He knocks into Kageyama’s arm.
Then stays there.
Kageyama freezes. Holding him in his arms while Hinata sleeps.
Hinata mumbles, “Warm,” and falls asleep against him.
Kageyama blushes into the pillow until he nearly passes out.
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Bokuto immediately faceplants onto the guest bed.
“AKAASHI LOOK WE’RE HAVING A SLEEPOVER AGAI-”
“Please go to sleep,” Akaashi says.
Bokuto burritos himself in blankets.
Akaashi turns off the light.
“AKAASHI? ARE YOU AWAKE?”
“No.”
“I THINK I’M COLD.”
“You have six blankets.”
Bokuto sighs dramatically.
“Goodnight then.”
Akaashi stares at the ceiling like he’s considering moving out of the country.
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Lev jumps onto the pull-out bed.
It collapses halfway.
Yaku steps on his stomach.
“Stop breaking things.”
Lev laughs through the pain.
“Night, Yaku!”
“Don’t talk to me.”
Lev talks to him for the next thirty minutes anyway.
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Oikawa tries to take the entire couch.
Iwaizumi kicks him off.
Hard.
“OW!! Iwa-chan!!”
“Stop calling me that.”
“You stole the only blanket!”
“TAKE HALF.”
“No!”
“Yes!”
Thirty minutes later they’re both asleep sharing the blanket like toddlers after a tantrum.
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Kuroo changes into spare clothes in Kenma’s room, thinking he has privacy.
He takes off his shirt.
He’s looking for a hoodie.
And that’s when Kenma opens the door without knocking.
Because why would he knock?
it’s HIS room.
They freeze.
Both instantly.
Kenma’s eyes go huge, "GAH" he covers his eyes.
Kuroo drops the hoodie.
“I— YOU— DO— KNOCK???”
“It’s my room,” Kenma says, ears red.
Then they hear the sound.
A faint notification.
Kenma’s computer.
Still on.
Still broadcasting camera feed.
Still LIVE.
“Oh my god,” Kenma whispers.
Kuroo grips his hair.
“Oh my god.”
From the living room, Lev screams,
“WHY IS TWITTER SPAMMING ‘KUROO HAS ABS’ WHAT IS HAPPENING???”
Kenma sprints to the desk and ends the stream so fast he almost deletes his channel.
They stand in silence.
Kenma finally says, “We never speak of this.”
Kuroo nods aggressively.
“I don’t speak at all anymore.”
They lie in bed like two traumatized statues.
Kenma on the left.
Kuroo on the right.
A dramatic blanket line between them.
“Don’t make it weird,” Kenma mutters.
“You walked in on me,” Kuroo mutters back.
“IT’S MY ROOM,” Kenma snaps.
“OKAY fair—”
Silence.
Their feet brush by accident.
Both freeze.
Both pretend it didn’t happen.
They face opposite directions, pretending to sleep.
But both are very, very awake.
Hinata drools on Kageyama’s shoulder.
Kageyama quietly melts.
Bokuto snores like a dying trumpet.
Akaashi contemplates sliming him out
Yaku sleeps like a normal human.
Lev sleeps like a starfish on top of him.
Oikawa is clinging to Iwaizumi in his sleep.
Iwaizumi hasn’t noticed yet.
He will.
He will be furious.
Kuroo whispers into the dark,
“Night.”
Kenma hesitates.
“…Night.”
Their shoulders almost touch.
Almost.
The snowstorm rages outside.
Everyone sleeps.
Except maybe Kuroo.
Except maybe Kenma.
Both staring at the ceiling.
Both pretending they’re fine.
Everything is too warm.
Too close.
Too something.
And tomorrow is only going to make this worse.
In the best possible way.
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