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Kuroo wakes up with the confidence of someone who should feel fine but absolutely does not. He sits up in Kenma’s bed, blinks around, and immediately clutches his head.
“Why is the room tilting? Make it stop.”
Kenma, who’s sitting on the floor organizing game cables, doesn’t even look up.
“You’re hungover.”
“I’m dying,” Kuroo corrects.
“You’re hungover.”
“Let me be dramatic.”
Kenma rolls his eyes but tosses him a bottle of water without comment. Kuroo misses the catch and it bounces off his shoulder. Kenma just says, “Wow,” in the most unimpressed voice known to man.
Everyone else slowly wakes up in the rest of the apartment:
Bokuto and Akaashi emerge from the guest room, Bokuto clinging to a blanket like a cape, Akaashi walking behind him as if escorting royalty.
Kageyama and Hinata appear from Hinata’s room, Hinata fully awake and talking, Kageyama nodding silently like he’s buffering.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi crawl off the couch arguing about whose leg made their leg fall asleep.
Lev and Yaku stumble out of the office pull out bed, Yaku threatening to kick Lev if he doesn’t stop yawning loudly.
It’s chaos, but like… friendly chaos.
They all end up in the kitchen, slumped around the island like they’re attending a support group for “People Who Regret Last Night.”
Kuroo drags himself in last, hood up, moving like a grandpa. “Who let me drink that much?”
Kenma, already sipping his juice, answers, “You did.”
“You should’ve stopped me.”
“You were too heavy to drag away.”
Everyone laughs at that, and Kuroo hides his face in his hood like a wounded forest creature.
Oikawa pats him on the shoulder. “You were lively, at least.”
Iwa nods. “Yeah. Entertaining.”
Bokuto beams. “You told my socks they were your best friends!”
Kuroo lets out a long groan.
Kenma slides a plate of toast toward him. “Eat.”
The moment Kuroo reaches for it, their fingers brush.
Just a quick, nothing moment.
But Kuroo freezes for a half second.
And Kenma does too.
It’s not dramatic, just a tiny pause that maybe only they notice. But the air changes for that single moment before they both look away at the exact same time like pros at pretending things didn’t happen.
Hinata blinks. “Did… something just ha-?”
Akaashi elbows him. “Nope.”
Bokuto’s eyes sparkle like he knows EXACTLY what he saw.
To break the tension, Lev loudly points out that Kageyama’s hair looks “extra stupid today,” which instantly starts a mini argument that distracts everybody.
Kenma sighs then calmly continues eating. Kuroo sits next to him, still half asleep and leaning just slightly in Kenma’s direction, not on purpose, just naturally.
And weirdly…
Kenma doesn’t shift away.
No drama.
No secrecy.
Just a small shift. something neither of them comments on, but everyone else totally notices.
By the time they all settle onto the couch to watch something, Kuroo is fully awake again and quietly stealing part of Kenma’s blanket like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
And Kenma lets him.
Whatever this new thing is?
It isn’t strange.
It isn’t stressful.
It’s just… closer.
And nobody knows what it means yet.
But everyone can tell something changed.
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