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She was trapped, completely and utterly stuck, and unless she wanted to wake him, she'd be there a while. Kuroo had a habit of sleeping flat on his stomach with two pillows pressed either side of his head, or at least Kenma had told her such when she'd mentioned liking how Kuroo styled his hair.
She stayed over at Kuroo's a number of times, and each time she'd run into the same problem. Kuroo was a cuddler, and it didn't matter to him whether or not he slept on his stomach because one arm was always placed around Yachi. An iron band that Yachi was never able to escape from, and she'd tried more than once.
The first time it had happened, they'd fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed, the midsummer heat keeping them apart after they'd finished their nightly activities. She'd fallen asleep to the cool air from the open window brushing gainst her heated skin, only to awaken when said coolness had been replaced by sticky warmth.
It wasn't common that the two got to sleep over at one another's apartments, but when they did Yachi usually ended up in the situation in which she now found herself in, again. Kuroo always seemed to reach out in his sleep, she'd been awake once when he'd done it. His fingers would twitch, and then his hand would slowly start patting the mattress until finally, he came into contact with her. From there he'd slowly pull her to his side, and then once she was completely flush against his side, the arm would lock into place.
It was enduring and it always made Yachi feel protected knowing that even asleep Kuroo was safeguarding her. Kuroo projected a calm and crafty persona, but Yachi had learned early on that he didn't like sharing. He kept a close eye on Yachi, always ready to step in if she felt too out of her comfort zone, yet he had no problem teasing her himself. He loved to watch her cheeks flush, loved to wrap an arm around her as they walked together, but mainly he'd tried to steal kisses from her whenever they had to part, not even caring if her mother was still in the room.
Still, even stuck she couldn't help but love that Kuroo wanted her as close as could be. He made her feel loved, cherished, and even if she couldn't sleep due to the heat, she wouldn't change a single thing about him, because come winter she'd love nothing more the cuddling close to him.
She could only thank the Gods, that instead of her usual pajamas she'd borrowed Kuroo's shorts and a vest. It left her skin exposed to the slight breeze drifting in the window, and if she moved leg slightly to the leg she could feel the coldness from the sheets which had been left untouched until now.
Briefly, before she drifted off back to sleep, she wondered whether or not she could use a pillow as a decoy, at least until the fan was installed in the bedroom, then she'd happily allow Kuroo to keep her flush against his side.