[ Compared to Kenma, Kuroo has an incredible heat tolerance. Godly, even. He's tanned from so much time out in the summer sun, running around after Bokuto and practicing volleyball, eating popsicles. Just running around like a tomcat. Sometimes he can get Kenma to come with them, but generally he doesn't like to put him through that unless he can ply him with A/C and ice cream.
So when he's rendered immobile, it's bad.
Between the muggy heat and the white noise that he associates with Kenma playing video games, he's been bleary and half asleep ever since he came over to faceplant into Kenma's bed. He'd basically thrown off his shorts to lounge around in a tanktop and his underwear - he's been in the Kozume house so much that he doesn't bat an eye at what his mom might think - and just... died. ]
You have to move if you want me to fix anything. [ It's a little slurred into the pillow he's half mashed his face into. But he cracks an eye open to look at him, and his heart gives a pitiful pang for the sorry state Kenma's in. ]
[ ... the idea of moving doesn't even begin to compute. and that's why he opens his eyes -- just enough to reveal slits of gold -- to give kuroo a Look for even suggesting that as an option. it feels like the heat has sucked all the energy right out of him; all that's left behind is a lifeless (and sweaty) husk that can't even summon up enough effort to focus on his video game. ]
[ Shifting where he's face down on the bed, Kuroo reaches a hand to haphazardly cradle the back of Kenma's skull so he can roll over. It winds up depositing his head on his stomach, when he manages to resettle, but that's about all the effort he can put into moving for a moment. ] Fuck, it does, though.
[ Give him a minute, Kenma, he'll take care of it in a second. ]
[ he lets out a displeased little grunt as he's shifted, even though he appreciates the care that kuroo takes to keep from upsetting his position. ... still, the heat is plenty enough to make him feel cranky, so. he huffs out a fussy breath, promptly smushing his face back into kuroo's stomach as if in a form of silent protest.
... unfortunately, rolling over has only managed to ruck kuroo's shirt up slightly, which means kenma ends up mushing his face right into bare skin.
there's... a pause. and then: ] ... sticky.
[ it's muffled, and sounds almost personally affronted. like kuroo went and got sweaty on purpose. ]
[ Settling with his limbs hanging off the edge of the bed where they don't have space, Kuroo stares at the ceiling, suffering. But when he hears Kenma's muffled voice, he snorts, the only kind of amusement he has strength for. This is just - suffering. ]
Sorry. [ Like it's actually his fault he's sweating. Could've been worse, he could've stripped to just his boxer briefs and left Kenma to mash his face into sweaty skin this whole time. Eventually, though, he moves to sit up, both hands reaching this time to make sure his misdyed head doesn't get jostled around too much. ]
I'm gonna pick you up. [ Warning in advance. He has a Plan. ]
[ it's impossible to miss that snort with his face currently pressed against kuroo's stomach, but... even though he knows he's being laughed at, it's way too hot to take proper offense. or even to wriggle around enough to give kuroo another one of those Looks. so he settles for another one of those lackluster huffs, knowing that kuroo is more than able to read everything that kenma means to convey.
... but.
the warning about being picked up is enough to make him pick his head up properly, already shifting slightly into a better position to accommodate being scooped up. kenma wasn't lying when he said that moving only makes it hotter, so he can't imagine that a change of scenery is going to help things, but... there's an implicit trust in kuroo. if he has a Plan, then it's bound to help. ]
[ Yep, that huff tells him all he needs to know about what Kenma thinks at the moment. Kuroo sort of marvels at how easily he learned Kenma's language, although he'd made such a point of learning it that it isn't shocking. So he just sits there and looks down at him, long fingers combing through the blond of his hair almost absently, despite the fact it's sweaty. It's even so hot that his bedhead is droopy, but somehow worse than usual for it.
Once Kenma's moved enough, he groans and goes to scoop him up, get to his feet. No matter what anyone thinks, and the evidence pointing towards him being small, Kenma isn't light as a feather. He's got muscles in his nerdy little gamer body, and Kuroo can feel all almost-sixty kilograms of him. With the heat. ]
[ it's too hot to be held comfortably, buuut... kenma's kind of soothed by the contact regardless, settling comfortably into kuroo's hold. he lets his arms dangle over the taller boy's shoulders, propping his chin on one and allowing himself to go unhelpfully limp. sure, he's perfectly capable of walking to the bathroom on his own (heat or not), but if kuroo's going to carry him without putting up much of a fuss...
... well, kenma's not one to snub a chance like this. ]
You can't go by yourself?
[ his voice is still as bland as ever, but there's a little note of --
I need you to hold my hand. [ Kuroo simpers back at him as he gets them arranged, arms underneath Kenma as he just lets his limbs dangle. The dead weight doesn't help, but it's fine, whatever. They won't be going very far. So without further ado, he starts to amble out of Kenma's room with him, groaning when he has to maneuver them from his doorway to the bathroom.
At least he doesn't have to open any doors, and closing the bathroom door is easy to do with his foot. The floor almost feels tacky in the heat, though, and he grunts as he heads in so he can deposit his armful of ragdoll kitten on the edge of the tub. ]
It's too hot to go to the pool, so I'm bringing the pool to us.
[ he makes a face at that, even though kuroo can't see it from their current positioning. if it wasn't so hot, he might summon up enough energy to point out how unhygienic holding hands in the bathroom probably is, but... eh. a mental shunning of the idea will have to do.
but he lets himself unwind from kuroo as his captain moves to set him down, settling on the edge of the tub and blinking up at the other boy owlishly as he digests this solution. then his eyes flick from kuroo's face to the empty bathtub -- he shifts enough to be able to press the bare soles of his feet against the bottom of the tub, silently relishing the cool feeling of the porcelain against his overheated skin. it's not that hard to imagine how much better it'll feel to be submerged in the water instead of left to bake in this oppressive mugginess, and... it also gives him a chance to cuddle up comfortably to kuroo without a serious risk of ending up stuck to him forever. ]
The pool is too noisy, anyway. And crowded.
[ which is his way of saying that he likes this idea better. actual words of approval go unspoken, and he doesn't look back up to meet kuroo's eyes when he gives that assent, but... he does lean over to twist at the faucet, starting a steady flow of water into the tub.
[ He doesn't need to see the face to know that Kenma is making it, so he just snickers a little at the silence that meets him. Besides, he doesn't have the energy for much else, either.
Though he does have the energy to look pleased with himself when he sees Kenma's reaction. Kuroo figured that, while they don't have heavy duty A/C to keep them alive, this would have to do, especially since hell no was he going to walk to the pool. That would also require trunks, and that means more movement, and he'd probably have to carry Kenma... and all those other people, seeking to also beat the heat... ]
Yeah, no. I'm so not about that life right now.
[ Reaching out, he pets Kenma's head where his roots are showing, leaning into the tub so that he can make sure it's stopped up. When that's figured out, he just goes ahead and pulls his tanktop off, dropping it to the floor.
Score one for Kuroo Tetsurou, he'll celebrate when he's not melting. ]
[ he mms a little noise at the feeling of kuroo's fingers stroking through his hair, leaning into that touch almost automatically. already, most of that overheated crankiness is quick to fade -- the prospect of something to cool him off is more than welcome, and the cool water flowing into the tub and splashing over his feet is promising to do exactly that.
if he was a cat, he'd probably be purring.
... then again, if he was a cat, he'd probably be balking at the idea of soaking in the tub, so.
he peels his t-shirt up and over his head, relieved to have the fabric away from his skin. body shyness around kuroo is practically a foreign concept; he doesn't even hesitate when he wriggles out of his boxers and kicks them to the side, sliding down the edge of the tub and into the shallow water. just this is enough to perk him up a little -- his eyes are brighter as he scans the bottles stacked along the edge of the tub, reaching out to pluck the bubble bath from amidst the line... and dump a pretty generous amount of it into the tub.
... the only real shame here is that he didn't think to bring his video game with him. ]
[ Kuroo almost, almost, moves to join him in stripping completely. But he gets distracted nudging their already discarded clothing, once Kenma slides into the tub, fussy and wanting to get the sweaty clothes far away from them. He only looks up when Kenma undoes the bottle, perking a bit at the sound - and laughing quietly to himself at the frankly absurd amount of solution being dumped in. Not that he can complain, because that sounds great. Especially since it'll help get the sticky feeling of the sweat off their skin.
Except his head tilts after a beat, and he hums. ] I'll be back. Soak for a minute.
[ Bracing a hand on the edge of the tub, he ducks down and smacks a kiss onto the top of his head. Then, he retreats, opening the door and disappearing from the bathroom.
It's only after some rummaging that he returns. Because he's a caretaker by nature - at least when it comes to Kenma - Kuroo's gone and gotten them a change of clothes, for when they're prunes that have to grudgingly leave the bathroom so the rest of the household can use it, which he leaves folded up on the sink.
Because he knows Kenma, he waggles his handheld at him, before slipping it into the waterproof case and sealing it so that he can pass it off to him. ]
[ he actually glances up at the sound of i'll be back, brow furrowed and mouth already opening to form some sort of protest. but kuroo presses a quick kiss to the top of his head and ducks out of the room before kenma gets a chance to say anything, so...
... he's just left to huff into the now-empty bathroom, gaze focused intently for a long moment on the door (like staring will be enough to make kuroo pop up again). but when that fails to work, he settles back against the back of the tub, curling his knees up towards his chest and watching the water and bubbles come together to slowly fill the tub. it's still nice, a welcome reprieve from the heat, but it's not quite... right.
which is why he only really perks up again when kuroo reenters the room, eyes flicking over the bundle in his arms. the clothes are a nice (practical) thought, but... it's the sight of his handheld that really makes him light up, eyes brightening and shoulders straightening. he doesn't smile, but it's obvious to anyone fluent in kenma language that he's happy. ... but just in case the resident kenma-expert doesn't pick up on that signal, kenma shifts himself upwards slightly, catching kuroo by the wrist long enough to pull him down and press their mouths together. the kiss is short and sweet, chaste by any measure, and it only lasts a second or two before he pulls away and takes his video game back into his hands.
but: ] Thanks.
[ in the quiet language that exists between the two of them, it says a lot. ]
[ If there's anyone that knows how to take care of Kenma, it's him. He's spent years perfecting the art, and he knows that leaving him alone in the bathroom isn't necessarily something that Kenma wants. But, a necessary evil. After all, he needs to make sure that he has what he needs, and the practicality of preparation is important since he's pretty sure Kenma's mom's seen his bare ass plenty since childhood, so as unperturbed by that as she'd probably be he'd rather not accidentally flash her any more than he already has.
Also, video games make Kenma happy, which makes him happy.
Almost purring with the content noise at the back of his throat, Kuroo tips into the kiss for the short second that it happens. Because he's weak as fuck for Kenma, and pretty much everyone that knows them could call him on it. All he has to do is give him a small "Kuro" and he's on point, capable of fetching him his favorite drink or snack, getting his games and chargers, anything he needs, down to the very minute detail.
When he settles into the tub again, the look on Kuroo's face is soft instead of sly, grin gentle around the edges. ] Sure thing, kitten.
[ It's only a little bit of a tease, affection blatant in one stupid nickname. But then he finally moves to shuck off his underwear, tossing them over with the rest of the sweaty clothing. Before he climbs in, though, he stands up and puts his hands on his hips, assessing everything. The concept of body shyness is just as forgotten - they've been naked around one another more times than he can count, ranging the whole gamut of reasons - and he makes a thoughtful noise. ]
Where do you want me? [ Because Kenma's comfort is primary, always. ]
[ even without looking, the warmth of kuroo's grin still pours over him like spring sunshine -- warm enough to bask in, so gentle that he wouldn't even need a swipe of sunscreen for his nose. (... but kuroo would probably still insist on it, anyway.)
of course, his nose wrinkles up at the sound of the nickname, but it's more out of habit than any real offense. the sound of it is only really worth a swat if kuroo slips up and uses it around other people -- the last time he'd made that mistake, lev had latched onto the nickname like a dog to a bone, and it had taken a week's worth of ass-kickings from yaku and extra receiving practices from kuroo to make him drop it. but! it's just the two of them now, which means that gross nicknames are (mostly) permitted.
he's already turning his attention back to his video game, the soft beeps and boops of gameplay just audible over the sound of the running water. ... but he still scoots himself up a little in response to the question, creating enough room for kuroo to slide in behind his back. given kuroo's long legs, it's likely to be the most comfortable way of sharing a tub without any danger of accidentally getting kneed in the face, so. ]
[ You are goddamn right he would insist on it, anyway.
Honestly, Kuroo doesn't expect a verbal response. He tends to just drop himself down near Kenma and let him situate himself where he wants to be, though occasionally he'll sprawl across his lap without being prompted and just take a nap, letting himself become a table for game playing on. Also likely positions: becoming a body pillow, a lounge chair, or a tangled ball of limbs. Admittedly one of his favorite positions is when he gets to tuck around Kenma's back, face mashed between his shoulders in lieu of the second pillow he panini presses his head between usually.
It's stupid. But it's nice, and it's his, so he'll just be stupid about it.
Once Kenma scoots forward, he moves to fill the space that's been opened up for him. He can slouch comfortably in the Kozume tub, and it's probably still possible when sharing with Kenma, so he just folds himself up gracefully first so that they can get situated. At least he didn't ignore him completely in favor of his game, after the nickname came out. He was basically in the doghouse until Lev shut the fuck up - it's made him a lot more aware of it. ]
Good to go. [ His arms stretch out, and he makes grabby fingers. Come here, it's time to cuddle where we won't melt. ]
[ even the most ideal (married) couple has their cross to bear. theirs just happens to be loud, obnoxious, and obsessed with being The Ace.
but for now, kenma's more than happy to cuddle. which is why he uses his heels to nudge himself backwards, wiggling until he's nestled comfortably between kuroo's thighs with his back propped up against the other boy's chest. it's practically the perfect position to play video games; the warmth radiating off of kuroo's skin actually feels nice in comparison to the cool bathwater, and he's a lot comfier to lean up against than the side of the tub. ... especially when kenma frees up one hand from his video game long enough to reach behind him, grabbing kuroo's wrist and tugging one of his arms around his midsection in a comfortable hold.
there. snuggling. ]
... they might reschedule training camp if the heatwave keeps up.
[ It'd be kind of nice of Yaku could get him properly trained. Kuroo is fond of Lev, to a degree, but holy shit is he obnoxious.
Not that he's thinking much about Lev at the moment, as Kenma relaxes into him. The position is familiar, and once they're settled back to chest, he lifts his legs up so he can put his feet against the other side of the tub. It feels a lot better to be exposed to the air when there's the coolness of the water surrounding them, and the bubbles slowly growing to envelope everything the longer the water runs.
His arm settles without an ounce of complaint, when it's moved, because he's frequently malleable for Kenma. Kuroo winds up petting his side where his palm settles, though his other hand reaches to the faucet to slow the water flow. ]
At this rate, I'd honestly be fine with that. Pretty sure the rest of the team would be, too, 'cause last I talked to Kai he said his family was thinking about a beach trip just to get out of the mugginess.
[ he mms a lazy sound as kuroo's fingers stroke along his side, cat-gold eyes narrowing into contented slits. honestly, his attention is only half-focused on the video game in his hands; he'd picked an older title to begin with, one he knows nearly by heart, and the button presses required to guide his character through the platformer might as well be engrained in muscle memory. it's a comforting buffer against a world that his brain throws into too sharp a focus, a comforting layer of insulation between himself and everything else.
but it also means that he can divide half his focus to kuroo, too. the callouses on the fingers stroking along his skin, the low rumble of the other boy's voice against his back, the familiar cadence of his words as he speaks. it's nice, an intimacy that isn't overbearing. ]
... we could go, too. [ to the beach. it'll probably be crowded, at this time of year, but kuroo's normally all the buffer he needs. there's no breeze here in tokyo, and a beach umbrella should still give him enough shade to see the screen of his handheld. ] It might be nice.
[ and he presses on of his feet up against the opposite sides of the tub, toes wiggling absently just above the bubbles. ]
[ Taking his other hand, Kuroo reaches to the edge of the tub to pick up the bath cup, absently filling it up with water to drop onto his own head. His hair is already a little deflated from the sheer humidity of the heatwave, so it doesn't really have much more volume to lose in the process. But man does it feel good, and he refills the cup. ]
Head forward. [ The instruction is simple, and he figures Kenma will listen to him, since he has had such great ideas so far already. But after mulling over the whole beach thing, he finally answers. ] We could probably find a cove to hang out in, where it won't be as crowded. Set up an umbrella, bring a net and a beach volleyball. Cooler. Nekoma beach party, loose emphasis on party.
[ He tilts his feet in towards Kenma's a little, his own toes stretching out like a cat's before he relaxes them again and carefully pours water down the back of Kenma's head and neck. Everything's pretty comfortable, now that it's not overheated. The water is a nice, cool temperature that doesn't chill but doesn't welcome the heat outside it, the bubbles are helping slough off some of the sticky sweat, Kenma's video game is familiar white noise.
If it weren't for the fact they're talking to each other, Kuroo'd be fine with a nap like this. ]
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So when he's rendered immobile, it's bad.
Between the muggy heat and the white noise that he associates with Kenma playing video games, he's been bleary and half asleep ever since he came over to faceplant into Kenma's bed. He'd basically thrown off his shorts to lounge around in a tanktop and his underwear - he's been in the Kozume house so much that he doesn't bat an eye at what his mom might think - and just... died. ]
You have to move if you want me to fix anything. [ It's a little slurred into the pillow he's half mashed his face into. But he cracks an eye open to look at him, and his heart gives a pitiful pang for the sorry state Kenma's in. ]
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Moving makes it hotter.
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[ Shifting where he's face down on the bed, Kuroo reaches a hand to haphazardly cradle the back of Kenma's skull so he can roll over. It winds up depositing his head on his stomach, when he manages to resettle, but that's about all the effort he can put into moving for a moment. ] Fuck, it does, though.
[ Give him a minute, Kenma, he'll take care of it in a second. ]
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... unfortunately, rolling over has only managed to ruck kuroo's shirt up slightly, which means kenma ends up mushing his face right into bare skin.
there's... a pause. and then: ] ... sticky.
[ it's muffled, and sounds almost personally affronted. like kuroo went and got sweaty on purpose. ]
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Sorry. [ Like it's actually his fault he's sweating. Could've been worse, he could've stripped to just his boxer briefs and left Kenma to mash his face into sweaty skin this whole time. Eventually, though, he moves to sit up, both hands reaching this time to make sure his misdyed head doesn't get jostled around too much. ]
I'm gonna pick you up. [ Warning in advance. He has a Plan. ]
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... but.
the warning about being picked up is enough to make him pick his head up properly, already shifting slightly into a better position to accommodate being scooped up. kenma wasn't lying when he said that moving only makes it hotter, so he can't imagine that a change of scenery is going to help things, but... there's an implicit trust in kuroo. if he has a Plan, then it's bound to help. ]
We're going somewhere?
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Once Kenma's moved enough, he groans and goes to scoop him up, get to his feet. No matter what anyone thinks, and the evidence pointing towards him being small, Kenma isn't light as a feather. He's got muscles in his nerdy little gamer body, and Kuroo can feel all almost-sixty kilograms of him. With the heat. ]
Ghhh - we're going to the bathroom.
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... well, kenma's not one to snub a chance like this. ]
You can't go by yourself?
[ his voice is still as bland as ever, but there's a little note of --
... yeah, he's being a smartass. ]
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At least he doesn't have to open any doors, and closing the bathroom door is easy to do with his foot. The floor almost feels tacky in the heat, though, and he grunts as he heads in so he can deposit his armful of ragdoll kitten on the edge of the tub. ]
It's too hot to go to the pool, so I'm bringing the pool to us.
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but he lets himself unwind from kuroo as his captain moves to set him down, settling on the edge of the tub and blinking up at the other boy owlishly as he digests this solution. then his eyes flick from kuroo's face to the empty bathtub -- he shifts enough to be able to press the bare soles of his feet against the bottom of the tub, silently relishing the cool feeling of the porcelain against his overheated skin. it's not that hard to imagine how much better it'll feel to be submerged in the water instead of left to bake in this oppressive mugginess, and... it also gives him a chance to cuddle up comfortably to kuroo without a serious risk of ending up stuck to him forever. ]
The pool is too noisy, anyway. And crowded.
[ which is his way of saying that he likes this idea better. actual words of approval go unspoken, and he doesn't look back up to meet kuroo's eyes when he gives that assent, but... he does lean over to twist at the faucet, starting a steady flow of water into the tub.
nice kill, catdad. ]
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Though he does have the energy to look pleased with himself when he sees Kenma's reaction. Kuroo figured that, while they don't have heavy duty A/C to keep them alive, this would have to do, especially since hell no was he going to walk to the pool. That would also require trunks, and that means more movement, and he'd probably have to carry Kenma... and all those other people, seeking to also beat the heat... ]
Yeah, no. I'm so not about that life right now.
[ Reaching out, he pets Kenma's head where his roots are showing, leaning into the tub so that he can make sure it's stopped up. When that's figured out, he just goes ahead and pulls his tanktop off, dropping it to the floor.
Score one for Kuroo Tetsurou, he'll celebrate when he's not melting. ]
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if he was a cat, he'd probably be purring.
... then again, if he was a cat, he'd probably be balking at the idea of soaking in the tub, so.
he peels his t-shirt up and over his head, relieved to have the fabric away from his skin. body shyness around kuroo is practically a foreign concept; he doesn't even hesitate when he wriggles out of his boxers and kicks them to the side, sliding down the edge of the tub and into the shallow water. just this is enough to perk him up a little -- his eyes are brighter as he scans the bottles stacked along the edge of the tub, reaching out to pluck the bubble bath from amidst the line... and dump a pretty generous amount of it into the tub.
... the only real shame here is that he didn't think to bring his video game with him. ]
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Except his head tilts after a beat, and he hums. ] I'll be back. Soak for a minute.
[ Bracing a hand on the edge of the tub, he ducks down and smacks a kiss onto the top of his head. Then, he retreats, opening the door and disappearing from the bathroom.
It's only after some rummaging that he returns. Because he's a caretaker by nature - at least when it comes to Kenma - Kuroo's gone and gotten them a change of clothes, for when they're prunes that have to grudgingly leave the bathroom so the rest of the household can use it, which he leaves folded up on the sink.
Because he knows Kenma, he waggles his handheld at him, before slipping it into the waterproof case and sealing it so that he can pass it off to him. ]
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... he's just left to huff into the now-empty bathroom, gaze focused intently for a long moment on the door (like staring will be enough to make kuroo pop up again). but when that fails to work, he settles back against the back of the tub, curling his knees up towards his chest and watching the water and bubbles come together to slowly fill the tub. it's still nice, a welcome reprieve from the heat, but it's not quite... right.
which is why he only really perks up again when kuroo reenters the room, eyes flicking over the bundle in his arms. the clothes are a nice (practical) thought, but... it's the sight of his handheld that really makes him light up, eyes brightening and shoulders straightening. he doesn't smile, but it's obvious to anyone fluent in kenma language that he's happy. ... but just in case the resident kenma-expert doesn't pick up on that signal, kenma shifts himself upwards slightly, catching kuroo by the wrist long enough to pull him down and press their mouths together. the kiss is short and sweet, chaste by any measure, and it only lasts a second or two before he pulls away and takes his video game back into his hands.
but: ] Thanks.
[ in the quiet language that exists between the two of them, it says a lot. ]
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Also, video games make Kenma happy, which makes him happy.
Almost purring with the content noise at the back of his throat, Kuroo tips into the kiss for the short second that it happens. Because he's weak as fuck for Kenma, and pretty much everyone that knows them could call him on it. All he has to do is give him a small "Kuro" and he's on point, capable of fetching him his favorite drink or snack, getting his games and chargers, anything he needs, down to the very minute detail.
When he settles into the tub again, the look on Kuroo's face is soft instead of sly, grin gentle around the edges. ] Sure thing, kitten.
[ It's only a little bit of a tease, affection blatant in one stupid nickname. But then he finally moves to shuck off his underwear, tossing them over with the rest of the sweaty clothing. Before he climbs in, though, he stands up and puts his hands on his hips, assessing everything. The concept of body shyness is just as forgotten - they've been naked around one another more times than he can count, ranging the whole gamut of reasons - and he makes a thoughtful noise. ]
Where do you want me? [ Because Kenma's comfort is primary, always. ]
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of course, his nose wrinkles up at the sound of the nickname, but it's more out of habit than any real offense. the sound of it is only really worth a swat if kuroo slips up and uses it around other people -- the last time he'd made that mistake, lev had latched onto the nickname like a dog to a bone, and it had taken a week's worth of ass-kickings from yaku and extra receiving practices from kuroo to make him drop it. but! it's just the two of them now, which means that gross nicknames are (mostly) permitted.
he's already turning his attention back to his video game, the soft beeps and boops of gameplay just audible over the sound of the running water. ... but he still scoots himself up a little in response to the question, creating enough room for kuroo to slide in behind his back. given kuroo's long legs, it's likely to be the most comfortable way of sharing a tub without any danger of accidentally getting kneed in the face, so. ]
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Honestly, Kuroo doesn't expect a verbal response. He tends to just drop himself down near Kenma and let him situate himself where he wants to be, though occasionally he'll sprawl across his lap without being prompted and just take a nap, letting himself become a table for game playing on. Also likely positions: becoming a body pillow, a lounge chair, or a tangled ball of limbs. Admittedly one of his favorite positions is when he gets to tuck around Kenma's back, face mashed between his shoulders in lieu of the second pillow he panini presses his head between usually.
It's stupid. But it's nice, and it's his, so he'll just be stupid about it.
Once Kenma scoots forward, he moves to fill the space that's been opened up for him. He can slouch comfortably in the Kozume tub, and it's probably still possible when sharing with Kenma, so he just folds himself up gracefully first so that they can get situated. At least he didn't ignore him completely in favor of his game, after the nickname came out. He was basically in the doghouse until Lev shut the fuck up - it's made him a lot more aware of it. ]
Good to go. [ His arms stretch out, and he makes grabby fingers. Come here, it's time to cuddle where we won't melt. ]
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but for now, kenma's more than happy to cuddle. which is why he uses his heels to nudge himself backwards, wiggling until he's nestled comfortably between kuroo's thighs with his back propped up against the other boy's chest. it's practically the perfect position to play video games; the warmth radiating off of kuroo's skin actually feels nice in comparison to the cool bathwater, and he's a lot comfier to lean up against than the side of the tub. ... especially when kenma frees up one hand from his video game long enough to reach behind him, grabbing kuroo's wrist and tugging one of his arms around his midsection in a comfortable hold.
there. snuggling. ]
... they might reschedule training camp if the heatwave keeps up.
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Not that he's thinking much about Lev at the moment, as Kenma relaxes into him. The position is familiar, and once they're settled back to chest, he lifts his legs up so he can put his feet against the other side of the tub. It feels a lot better to be exposed to the air when there's the coolness of the water surrounding them, and the bubbles slowly growing to envelope everything the longer the water runs.
His arm settles without an ounce of complaint, when it's moved, because he's frequently malleable for Kenma. Kuroo winds up petting his side where his palm settles, though his other hand reaches to the faucet to slow the water flow. ]
At this rate, I'd honestly be fine with that. Pretty sure the rest of the team would be, too, 'cause last I talked to Kai he said his family was thinking about a beach trip just to get out of the mugginess.
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but it also means that he can divide half his focus to kuroo, too. the callouses on the fingers stroking along his skin, the low rumble of the other boy's voice against his back, the familiar cadence of his words as he speaks. it's nice, an intimacy that isn't overbearing. ]
... we could go, too. [ to the beach. it'll probably be crowded, at this time of year, but kuroo's normally all the buffer he needs. there's no breeze here in tokyo, and a beach umbrella should still give him enough shade to see the screen of his handheld. ] It might be nice.
[ and he presses on of his feet up against the opposite sides of the tub, toes wiggling absently just above the bubbles. ]
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Head forward. [ The instruction is simple, and he figures Kenma will listen to him, since he has had such great ideas so far already. But after mulling over the whole beach thing, he finally answers. ] We could probably find a cove to hang out in, where it won't be as crowded. Set up an umbrella, bring a net and a beach volleyball. Cooler. Nekoma beach party, loose emphasis on party.
[ He tilts his feet in towards Kenma's a little, his own toes stretching out like a cat's before he relaxes them again and carefully pours water down the back of Kenma's head and neck. Everything's pretty comfortable, now that it's not overheated. The water is a nice, cool temperature that doesn't chill but doesn't welcome the heat outside it, the bubbles are helping slough off some of the sticky sweat, Kenma's video game is familiar white noise.
If it weren't for the fact they're talking to each other, Kuroo'd be fine with a nap like this. ]