Because I'm an absolute sap and can't stop writing about these two, here you go. A longer drabble for you all to bathe in the smut. Enjoy!


12 ways: Scratching

Chiharu walked over to the table, placed her tray down and slumped onto the empty space on the wooden bench. She wished that it was a chair, for once. She could really use something to rest her back against, after all. Long story short, Chiharu felt like utter crap. Her neck muscles were completely tense the whole day since she'd slept in an awkward position. And, her had managed to stub her toe while trying to find the bathroom in the middle of the night. To top it all off, the day's work was getting to her. Her arms ached, her shoulders felt tight and she couldn't feel her back. For once, Chiharu minded doing the cooking. The countertop was positioned awkwardly for a shorter person, making her bend in a weird way throughout the whole meal-making process. Now, after all the carrying, helping, score keeping, cooking and odd sleeping, Chiharu just wanted the darn training camp to end. She wanted her own bed. Her own counter and sink. And, most importantly, the silence of her own home.

Alas, the Fukurodani Academy Group seemed not to have the word silence in their vocabulary. And, being joined by Karasuno this year, too, they seemed to have gained a new special move: the rolling libero. It was intriguing and funny on a normal day. With Chiharu feeling like she would just flop over like an overly-cooked noodle it was just irritating at this point.

"Haru-chan, how are you feeling?" Kaori, asked, placing her own tray down and sitting next to Haru.

"Eat something, Chiharu. You'll feel better." Yukie, the other Fukurodani manager, also sat down next to the girls and offered her advice.

"I think I just need a good night's sleep at this point." Chiharu sighed, trying to stretch out her back while sitting on the wooden bench to find some relief. "I didn't know my shoulders could hurt like this." She whined opting to lean back in some weird form, with her head thrown back.

"If you'd like, Sakurano-san, I could show you some stretches I use?" The Karasuno manager, Chiharu reminded herself, Shimizu Kiyoko, suggested after swallowing a bit of her dinner.

"Pleas-aaaah." Chiharu groaned, arms buckling and head snapping up. She flailed for a second before Eri gave her back a push, making sure she stayed in her seat. "Thanks." Haru grinned. "God, I feel like I'm an old lady." She groaned. "So, this is what my father always complains about." Her musing statement was followed with a roar of laughter at the managers' table.

"Oya oya." A voice Haru knew all-too-well said that sentence which she also couldn't forget. It spelled trouble. "Stiff back?" Kuroo had come up behind her. She could practically feel how close he was. He gave off body heat from right behind her. Chiharu smirked.

"Tetsurō." The telltale splutter from above her told her that her plan was solid with perfect implementation. Chiharu leaned on her arms, head lolling back, neck muscles relaxed, to look at the Nekoma captain. His cheeks were red, probably because of her bold switch to his first name without any honorifics, but there was still a small smirk on his face. Chiharu wanted to wipe the damn thing off.

"Come here." She motioned with her head like she wanted to whisper something to him and he obeyed, much to the amusement of the whole managers' table. Kuroo only had to take half a step more to fall into Haru's trap.

"Training a dog?" Kaori laughed lightly, causing another bout of giggles to burst out from the ladies and a blush to spread across Kuroo's face.

"As if." He grumbled, yet he still leaned down, ear going well within the reach of Chiharu's lips. But, she didn't want his ear. She wanted his body, and not in the traditional sentence of that phrase. Chiharu's arms shot up, grabbing at Kuroo's shoulders and holding him in place as she leaned the full length of her body against his. "O-oi, Chiharu!" But, she didn't react to his flustered reaction or his flailing arms catching onto the table in front of them to keep from toppling over her.

"Aaaah, much better." She sighed, which induced another bout of laughter from her fellow managers. Kuroo slowly straightened up, grumbling as he did. But, he didn't move away from her, serving as a human back to the bench she was sitting on. Chiharu's hands slid from Kuroo's shoulders with the movement, relaxing their previous tight grip, and followed down his arms, before plopping uselessly at her sides. She was completely relaxed for a moment, at the mercy of the scheming captain behind her. If he moved, Haru would most definitely fall.

"Chiharu." Kuroo called out after a few moments. She opened one eye, glancing up. Kuroo's cheeks were still a bit red, but there was a slight smirk on his face. "Move a bit." She groaned. It was over too soon. "Like this." Kuroo surprised her once again, as was his usual fashion, by leading her to sit sideways on the bench and settling his lanky body behind her and in front of Kaori. The Fukurodani manager gave them a curious look, but didn't comment. It was Kuroo and Chiharu, they were always doing something weird.

"Oh God." Chiharu's half moan got the attention of the whole table, though. She was bent forwards, head on Eri's shoulder, muscles completely loose. Kuroo's hands were on her back, moving his long fingers in seemingly random motions. Though, each and every manager at the table knew exactly what he was doing. His blunt nails were scratching at Chiharu's back through the cotton of her shirt gently, before switching to the calloused pads of his fingers with which he pressed key points to relax the muscles in her back. "Oh my God." Chiharu managed again, before falling completely silent, letting Kuroo do as he wished for once.

His fingers were long and strong from years of handling a volleyball. They moved in well-practiced motions of a back massage coupled with some kind of his own addition of gentle scratching which was, honestly, the best thing Chiharu had ever experienced. She sighed once more, not even minding the self-satisfied chuckle Kuroo let out. He could say or do whatever he wanted, as long as he continued what he was doing at that very moment.

"Get married already!" Someone shouted, which unsurprisingly sounded like Konoha, across the room. The managers' table erupted in another fit of giggles. But, Chiharu didn't care. Nor did she react when Kuroo pulled himself even closer to her, pressing his strong thighs against hers and connecting his body heat to her lower back and backside. His fingers hadn't stopped their movement.

"Can I be the best man?" Someone else was yelling, followed by some more laughter. God, Chiharu didn't care. She'd even let Bokuto be the best man if Kuroo helped her with her back at this point.

"Small or big?" Kuroo's hot breath caressed her ear as he leaned even further into her. Haru could tell that Eri was blushing from their odd dynamics, but she didn't care. Those fingers were too good on her back. She didn't even care about the very obvious way Kuroo showed that he was attracted to her. She could feel it through the touch of their bodies below her lower back.

"Small." She replied with a grin, cheeks flushed. "And I'm totally wearing a huge white dress, like from those magazines."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." The Nekoma captain grinned, pulling a bit back from her, but not stopping his gentle massage. Finally, after some more time, he ended it by rubbing her neck and trailing his nails down the length of her spine.

"Ah, God, Kuroo, if your volleyball career doesn't work out you can totally go into massage." She sighed, sitting up straight, feeling much lighter than before. She turned back to her cold dinner, giving the boy beside her a grin.

"Good to know." Kuroo smirked and stood, walking off to his seat next to Kenma.

"Soooo…" Kaori wouldn't let her live this down, she knew. "You two really aren't dating?" The Fukurodani manager giggled, joined by the whole managers' table once more.

"Shut up." Chiharu couldn't muster any stronger retort, reduced to putty by Kuroo's practiced hands. She could still smell the familiar scent she'd come to associate with the annoying grinning captain, aftershave and sandalwood.


Scratching – your cat will show you affection by marking their favorite spot with their nails, both visually and with their scent


That's all for- wait is that an…


Omake:

"Oi, Chiharu, come here." Kuroo waved her over the next morning before practice. He had that grin on his face which promised scheming. Regardless of her brain telling her to be cautious, Haru walked over. He grabbed her hand into his large one and led her into the supplies room. "Look what I found." The tall boy sang with childish glee. Sure enough, right there, in the corner, there were three Swiss balls sitting innocently.

"Oh God." Chiharu exclaimed, heading straight for them. She could almost feel the way her back would relax when she started messing with one of them. With a bout of his oddly endearing laughter, Kuroo joined her, grabbing one for himself.

It was Yaku, really the only responsible person on the team, who found them two hours later, laughing like madmen, rolling on their backs on the two balls, and gave the two bedheads a thorough tongue lashing about punctuality.


Now it really is all for now hahahaha Tell me if you guys enjoy these little omakes at the end and if I should keep them coming!