Ship: Kuroo/Daichi Fandom: Haikyuu Major Tags: none Other Tags: alcohol consumption, making out Word Count: 561
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Early morning sunlight peaks through the windows in a way that would be beautiful if it didn't make Daichi feel worse than he does right now. He's been awake for only a minute and already it feels like his head is sore, all of his limbs feel like they're made of iron, and his stomach feels like it's in a hundred intricate knots. It's the worst he's felt in ages, and he can barely pull together why.
Slowly, he opens his eyes, squinting away from the window. For a moment he doesn't recognize the room, until it hits him that oh right - he went down to the beach after university exams finished with Asahi and Suga, that they were invited down here by Bokuto and Kuroo, and--
Kuroo.
The night comes flooding back to him - that the group of them went an extra hour down the beach to find a party with loud music and stronger drinks, because it was one of their last nights here, that Kuroo had taken his hand into the throngs of people before Daichi could properly protest, that they danced and danced and the whole time neither of them couldn't stop smiling and laughing until at some point, Daichi decided Kuroo looked too beautiful with an honest smile and a booze blush to not kiss. That once it started neither of them stopped, the dam they unconsciously built up to keep them from doing anything stupid was shattered, nothing holding them back from touching and holding and kissing each other as much as they wanted.
He sort of remembers the ride back to the hotel, the two of them curled up against each other, and he remembers that they fell into the same bed together and judging by the warmth on his back, he's still there. The feeling in Daichi's gut goes from bad to worse, realizing there are holes in his memory throughout the night. He isn't sure if he said anything stupid, and he really hopes not, because for as strange as last night was he doesn't regret any of it.
Slowly he turns around, and right there is Kuroo's sleeping face. He looks peaceful, the light of the sun hasn't gotten to him like it did to Daichi, and the image tugs at his hearstrings far too hard for this hour. He wants to see this image every morning.
He brushes stray hairs out of Kuroo's face as gentle as possible but still, Kuroo stirs and groans, burying his face into the pillow.
Cute, he thinks, before Kuroo looks up blinking the sleep out of his eyes, notices Daichi, and then his eyes go huge.
"Sawamura."
"Kuroo."
Daichi realizes he doesn't know what to say, and apparently Kuroo doesn't either, until Kuroo clears his throat. "I'm gonna, gonna shower, so--"
"Wait," Daichi blurts, realizing his face is going hot but not being able to care. "Don't I get a good morning kiss?"
It's cheesy, he knows it, but the way Kuroo freezes up and goes red is worth it. "Oh. Uh." He searches Daichi's face for something, he doesn't know, but he must find it because he smiles and lays on a soft, morning-breath kiss.
"So... we doing this then?" Kuroo asks, all full of hope.
"Yeah," Daichi's whole body still hurts, but he can't stop smiling. "Let's make this work."
FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, T
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol consumption, making out
Word Count: 561
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Early morning sunlight peaks through the windows in a way that would be beautiful if it didn't make Daichi feel worse than he does right now. He's been awake for only a minute and already it feels like his head is sore, all of his limbs feel like they're made of iron, and his stomach feels like it's in a hundred intricate knots. It's the worst he's felt in ages, and he can barely pull together why.
Slowly, he opens his eyes, squinting away from the window. For a moment he doesn't recognize the room, until it hits him that oh right - he went down to the beach after university exams finished with Asahi and Suga, that they were invited down here by Bokuto and Kuroo, and--
Kuroo.
The night comes flooding back to him - that the group of them went an extra hour down the beach to find a party with loud music and stronger drinks, because it was one of their last nights here, that Kuroo had taken his hand into the throngs of people before Daichi could properly protest, that they danced and danced and the whole time neither of them couldn't stop smiling and laughing until at some point, Daichi decided Kuroo looked too beautiful with an honest smile and a booze blush to not kiss. That once it started neither of them stopped, the dam they unconsciously built up to keep them from doing anything stupid was shattered, nothing holding them back from touching and holding and kissing each other as much as they wanted.
He sort of remembers the ride back to the hotel, the two of them curled up against each other, and he remembers that they fell into the same bed together and judging by the warmth on his back, he's still there. The feeling in Daichi's gut goes from bad to worse, realizing there are holes in his memory throughout the night. He isn't sure if he said anything stupid, and he really hopes not, because for as strange as last night was he doesn't regret any of it.
Slowly he turns around, and right there is Kuroo's sleeping face. He looks peaceful, the light of the sun hasn't gotten to him like it did to Daichi, and the image tugs at his hearstrings far too hard for this hour. He wants to see this image every morning.
He brushes stray hairs out of Kuroo's face as gentle as possible but still, Kuroo stirs and groans, burying his face into the pillow.
Cute, he thinks, before Kuroo looks up blinking the sleep out of his eyes, notices Daichi, and then his eyes go huge.
"Sawamura."
"Kuroo."
Daichi realizes he doesn't know what to say, and apparently Kuroo doesn't either, until Kuroo clears his throat. "I'm gonna, gonna shower, so--"
"Wait," Daichi blurts, realizing his face is going hot but not being able to care. "Don't I get a good morning kiss?"
It's cheesy, he knows it, but the way Kuroo freezes up and goes red is worth it. "Oh. Uh." He searches Daichi's face for something, he doesn't know, but he must find it because he smiles and lays on a soft, morning-breath kiss.
"So... we doing this then?" Kuroo asks, all full of hope.
"Yeah," Daichi's whole body still hurts, but he can't stop smiling. "Let's make this work."