Kenma/Kuroo, Sleepover
It was an unspoken assumption that Kenma and Kuroo would set up their futons next to each other during the Fukurodani Group training camp. Everyone knew they were dating -- well, except for Lev, maybe -- and even without that, they’d spent half their lives sleeping in the same room, anyway. It wasn’t unexpected in the slightest. Yaku tucked himself in on Kuroo’s other side, and Yamamoto and Lev had a brief argument over Kenma until Fukunaga snuck in and claimed the coveted spot, and from there the rest of their sleeping arrangements fell out easily enough.
Yaku, for one, regretted letting the captain and his boyfriend choose places next to each other almost immediately after lights out. Because despite Kuroo’s lecture on proper sleep and how they needed to treat their bodies in order to achieve peak athletic performance, he sure did not go right to sleep.
It started with rustling. But they were all rustling, because they were a bunch of teenagers in a room together, and of course that brought some ambient noise.
And then there was the giggling.
Kuroo was trying to muffle it, to be fair, but he was doing a terrible job and everyone could hear him. Everyone in the adjoining rooms, too, probably, in Yaku’s opinion. After about five minutes of this, he rolled over and jammed his knee into Kuroo’s back and hissed, “Keep it down!”
“Sorry,” Kuroo whispered back.
There was silence for the next handful of minutes. Blessed, welcome silence. Yaku was exhausted. He had almost fallen asleep when he heard Kenma’s voice, kept low and quiet. It wasn’t enough to disturb him, really, and Yaku just shifted a little.
But then Kuroo giggled again.
Yaku was going to kill him. In the morning; he was too tired to move right now.
Kenma muttered something, eliciting another snicker from Kuroo. Someone on their other side -- Inuoka, maybe -- made a halfhearted shushing sound, but then Kuroo started wiggling under his blankets, and then Kenma giggled, and Yaku was going to kill them both, all of them, the entire team, if he didn’t get some sleep ASAP.
“Would you shut up?” he snarled at his regular volume, ignoring Inuoka when he made the shushing sound again. “I’m trying to sleep!”
“Stop talking then,” Kuroo suggested in a loud whisper. Kenma scooted up to give Yaku a heavy-lidded look from Kuroo’s pillow. He rolled his eyes in his boyfriend’s direction and scooted back down into the blankets.
Yaku clenched his jaw and flopped onto his back. Idiots.