Of Bedhead Kittens and Megane Aliens
Pairing: Oikawa Tooru/Kuroo Tetsurou
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Summary: In which Kuroo is an unapologetic thief and Oikawa is nice enough to let him get away with it.
Author's Notes: Written for Day 1 of Writer's Inktober: Searching
Kuroo can't help but liken himself to a zombie as he drags himself down the hallway and into the laundry room, where he hears the ding the dryer makes whenever it's finished a cycle. The promise of warm comfy clothing keeps his sluggish body moving until he finally makes it to the machine; he's quick to open the door and rummage through the delightfully-scented clothes, looking for something to wear. Somehow, he had managed to go through his extensive wardrobe of sweatshirts and hoodies without taking the time to wash anything in the interim, leaving him completely sweaterless on this chilly day.
Until now, that is. At long last, Kuroo finally takes ahold of a familiar article of black clothing and quickly throws it on without bothering to check and see which one he'd chosen. At this point, he really doesn't care about the decal on hoodie, not when getting cozy for a nap is his top priority.
Now fully clothed, Kuroo wraps his arms around himself and nuzzles his nose against the inner collar of the hoodie, once again inhaling the smell of a freshly laundered sweater. Kuroo can't help but think something might off about this particular aroma, like there's a small difference in the smell that he can't quite place, but the thought is dismissed as quickly as it had come. Before Kuroo can dwell on it too much, he's already trekking out to the living room, curling up on the sofa, and snuggling into the plush cushions, fully intent on dozing off.
To Kuroo's supreme dismay, a good snooze just doesn't seem to be in the cards for him. Just before he's able to nod off, his ears perk up at the sound of his boyfriend, Oikawa, shuffling through the apartment, making enough noise to keep him awake and wonder what's going on. With a supreme amount of effort, Kuroo reaches out and takes ahold of the back of the couch, pulling himself up and hooking his arm around to prop himself up while he tries to figure out what Oikawa's doing.
Oikawa doesn't seem to notice him at first, going into the hallway and coming back out after a few moments, still wandering around and looking more displeased than before.
"What're you looking for?" Kuroo asks, figuring that Oikawa must be on the search for something.
An exasperated sigh leaves Oikawa's lips as he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Kuroo blinks a couple of times, trying to break free of his exhaustion and focus in on Oikawa, who turns to him just as his vision begins to clear. A lazy, yet tender smile plays upon his lips when the pout Oikawa's sporting morphs into a much softer expression that warms him up even more than the hoodie he'd pulled out of the dryer a little while ago.
"I'm looking for my space hoodie, you know, the black one with the alien that's colored in with a nebula pattern?" Oikawa's gaze drifts to the side as he taps his chin with two fingers. "I swear that it was drying in the load of laundry I just did, but it's not there." He turns back to Kuroo. "Do you have any idea where it is?"
Kuroo can feel his eyes widening just a fraction as he glances downward, taking a good look at the design on the hoodie he's wearing. Sure enough, he sees the exact picture Oikawa just described to him. Unhooking his arm from the back of the couch, Kuroo slides down so that he's completely hidden from Oikawa's view. The smell he'd been unable to identify earlier once again fills his senses, and this time, he immediately recognizes the sweet aroma of Oikawa's natural scent that clings to his clothing, even after washing. "No, haven't seen it," he mumbles before burying his nose into the hoodie, reveling in the essence that's so purely Oikawa.
He knows how suspicious he's being, and he's not at all surprised when he hears the soft pitter-patter of Oikawa's footsteps coming closer and walking around the couch until he's standing right in front of him. Kuroo doesn't even attempt to hide the design, he is well aware that he's been caught red-handed.
"Ah ha!" Oikawa points an accusatory finger in his direction when his gaze lands on Kuroo's chest. "Hoodie thief!"
"Nah-uh!" Kuroo shakes his head in denial, refusing to admit the small mix up, especially since he's now certain Oikawa's clothing is so much better than anything he owns. "I found it!"
"Okay, hoodie finder," Oikawa snickers, clearly deciding to play along with him for the moment. "Thank you for finding my super cool space sweater," he held his hands out, giving Kuroo an expectant look, "but I need it back now."
"Yeah, okay," his eyes fall shut and he lets out a soft yawn before curling up on himself, effectively turning away from Oikawa and nestling further into the couch before wrapping his arms around his waist, making it obvious that he has no real intention of giving up the hoodie.
After a few seconds of silence, Kuroo dares to open one eye and turns back just a bit, taking a peek at what whatever Oikawa might be doing. He expects Oikawa to be frowning down at him with the gears of revenge turning in his mind, figuring out how he'd get his hoodie back, and planning everything down to the very last detail.
But to Kuroo's surprise, he doesn't see any of that. Instead, he sees nothing but the well-known look of adoration lighting up those dark brown eyes Kuroo's come to love so much. A hint of a smile graces Oikawa's lips, and Kuroo can't help but reciprocate. After turning back to Oikawa completely, he unwraps his arms from around his torso and holds them open to Oikawa.
"'You can nap with me, if you want."
Kuroo practically beams when Oikawa takes a step forward and climbs onto the couch with him, but instead of crawling on top of him or curling up next to him like Kuroo thought he would, Oikawa simply gives him a playful grin before taking ahold of the bottom hem of his hoodie and lifting it up, revealing Kuroo's bare stomach to the cold air for a split second before diving into the small space that exists between Kuroo's torso and the hoodie. Kuroo can't suppress the small giggles that leave his lips as Oikawa's fingertips graze against his ticklish abdomen, but he manages to keep relatively still while Oikawa continues to travel up through the hoodie until his head is at Kuroo's chest. He pulls at the collar, widening it as far as he can until Oikawa's disheveled hair pops through the top, with the rest of his head and his glasses that now sit at an odd angle on his nose following soon after. Kuroo can't stop himself from reaching out to ruffle the soft hair that's usually so neat and well kempt, messing up even more in the process.
"I'm gonna be so mad at you if this is permanently stretched out," Oikawa grumbles, giving Kuroo a glare that holds no real malice or disdain, but doesn't say anything about his hair, which Kuroo decides Oikawa's giving him the benefit of the doubt on that one.
"No, you won't," Kuroo quips back easily, nuzzling Oikawa's cheek. "The cuddle hoodie conquers all angry Toorus," he declares with a triumphant smile plastered on his face as he reaches up to carefully remove Oikawa's glasses and set them on the nearby coffee table before securing his arms around Oikawa and holding him close.
"Maybe," Oikawa hums softly in a way that suggests he might have a counterpoint to Kuroo's claim before placing a quick kiss on Kuroo's cheek and resting his head on his chest. "Be sure to keep me warm, Tetsu," he whispers, and only then can Kuroo hear how tired Oikawa really is.
"Always," Kuroo mumbles, allowing exhaustion to once again come and claim him, only this time, he has Oikawa to accompany him on his journey into dreamland.