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haikyuubbys 's gift for secret santa !! i'm so so sorry i'm still a noob at this ;;;;

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Unpopular opinion: you absolutely hate Christmas.

All the cheer and snow and carolling and eating sugar cookies are something you almost never experience, and most of your time during that time of the year is really just lying in bed trying not to cough your lungs out and also trying to breathe through your nose. Which miserably fails, because it’s all stuffed with snot and whatnot. So basically, Christmas equals miserable time in bed, all the time.

And that happens every year. This year isn’t an exception.

You wake up to snow falling out of your window. It’s white and it seems to glitter a little as it passes your window, but you’ve long given up on wanting to touch it. Thinking about it, you’ve never felt snow before save for when you were hurrying outside to get your meds from the pharmacy when your parents weren’t around to help you, and those times were usually just overwhelmed with a feeling of general sickness. You’ve also never stayed well enough to eat all those goodies like stuffed turkey, log cake, pudding and fried chicken and you just generally feel salty and disappointed.

You also wake up to a headache, a blocked nose and a sore throat. Damn it. It feels like somebody’s trying to strangle your brain and also suffocate you to death, and you feel uncomfortably warm all over (but especially your head). You kinda forgot how bad these colds could be but now you’re refreshing your memory on how terrible it is, being so seriously sick.

Just climbing out of your futon is a pain, and you’d usually have your meds by your table with a glass of water if your parents were around, but this year they’re on a business trip halfway across the globe in England so that’s….kinda bad, but you’re not one to complain. It’s not their job to constantly fret over you, and you can definitely take your own meds by yourself, right? You’ve done it yourself no problem, except breaking a glass or two in your half-conscious delirium.

“Somewhere….here….” you stagger over to the kitchen and sweep the counter for the meds you bought last week, swallowing the last pills in a gulp of water effortlessly. Years of practice probably got you to the stage where you could probably swallow them dry, but it’s unpleasant at best. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hits you. Goddamn it! “Agh….” you clutch at the edge of the kitchen counter, head swimming and light. This is worse than you normally experience and this absolutely sucks, you hate your genetic makeup, screw this, screw all of this—

You pass out on the kitchen floor.

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“Good morning, honey buns~” There’s only one person in the world that calls you ‘honey buns’ and you groan, rolling over in a strange cocoon of your own blanket that you magically teleported in.

“Kuroo, what the fuck—” You break out into a fit of coughing again and he shuts you up with a glass of water to drink. You accept, but you’re still kind of out-of-it and you basically almost knock it over.

“Hey, hey, slow down,” he gently tips the glass to your mouth and you sip, tiny little gulps and Kuroo smiles in relief. Through half-lidded eyes, you spot that he’s cast his jacket off to the side (a red parka that’s a bit faded) and there’s a pitcher of water on your desk with a plastic bag.

“You didn’t have to—” you sneeze, “buy me medicine,” you wave your hand at your desk. You hate burdening others with your own problems and this is a pretty big one you’ve dealt with for years. The feeling of uselessness, being a drag- you hate it and you try to cover your face with your blanket in shame. Kuroo brushes his hand over your hair softly, smoothing out the kinks.

“You’re sick, (Name)—”

“But—”

“No buts.” Kuroo presses his index finger to your lips and you shiver at the startling temperature difference; his finger is ice-cold against your lips which are now burning with heat despite the drink cooling you somewhat. You don’t recall ever feeling this warm; the blanket-cocoon thing is starting to make you break out in a sweat, and you wonder if it’s not just the fever.

Speaking of blanket-cocoon things and Kuroo, you ask, “How did I even get here? I thought I was in the kitchen or something?”

“Yeah, you definitely were in the kitchen, lying on the floor as if you were dead,” he tries to laugh it off as if it were a joke, but you notice in his eyes and in his wavering tone the underlying worry that what if you were dead? and you can’t help but feel touched by the sentiment. With the three years you’ve been by Kuroo’s side as a classmate and as a friend you’ve come to know him well, and you know that not much frazzles him this badly.

“Kuroo, I’m fine now, aren’t I—”

“I thought you were dead, (Name), I was so freaked out, what the hell were you even doing there?” Kuroo’s voice teeters on the brink of cracking and it’s then you truly see his worry for you, so strong that it reduces this 187.7cm human, normally-chill, sometimes dorky nerd to one single emotion so raw and concentrated you don’t even find it in you to say anything back.

“You weren’t picking up your phone, I had to use the spare key in that flower pot outside—”

“You knew about that key?”

“A man knows his secrets. But that’s not the point, (Name)—”

“Tetsurou, calm down.” You press your hands to his cold cheeks and look at him dead in the eye. “I’m completely fine. Jeez, don’t overreact so much.” You crack a smile just to show him that you are, in fact, not actually dead and very alive. Thank God you have that special girlfriend voice you practically only ever use on him; it seems to calm him down to some degree.

“(Name)—” he grabs your hand, callused fingers wrapping around your own-

“You have no idea how much I overreact when it comes to you.” His eyes stare deep into yours and you feel a flush on your cheeks as if your head wasn’t hot enough, and you stare back at him with a sort of admiration and love you hold for this boy who loves you so much.

“I didn’t know you were so cool, Tetsu~ If I’d have known I would’ve collapsed sooner!” You gently press your lips to meet his and smile into your kiss, laughing when you see Kuroo flushing like the dork he is, and you just realise everything you love about your boyfriend: the suave, confident side and the dorky side and the caring side, you can’t help but love them all.

“No, but seriously, (Name), don’t ever do that again,” he chides with a ruffle of your hair.

“Yes, yes, mom.” You nuzzle him and he pulls you into a hug.

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A few days later, Kuroo drops you a message:

From: kuroneko1
To: (Name)
i’m sick and dying helpppp

Description
haikyuubbys 's gift for secret santa !! i'm so so sorry i'm still a noob at this ;;;;

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Unpopular opinion: you absolutely hate Christmas.

All the cheer and snow and carolling and eating sugar cookies are something you almost never experience, and most of your time during that time of the year is really just lying in bed trying not to cough your lungs out and also trying to breathe through your nose. Which miserably fails, because it’s all stuffed with snot and whatnot. So basically, Christmas equals miserable time in bed, all the time.

And that happens every year. This year isn’t an exception.

You wake up to snow falling out of your window. It’s white and it seems to glitter a little as it passes your window, but you’ve long given up on wanting to touch it. Thinking about it, you’ve never felt snow before save for when you were hurrying outside to get your meds from the pharmacy when your parents weren’t around to help you, and those times were usually just overwhelmed with a feeling of general sickness. You’ve also never stayed well enough to eat all those goodies like stuffed turkey, log cake, pudding and fried chicken and you just generally feel salty and disappointed.

You also wake up to a headache, a blocked nose and a sore throat. Damn it. It feels like somebody’s trying to strangle your brain and also suffocate you to death, and you feel uncomfortably warm all over (but especially your head). You kinda forgot how bad these colds could be but now you’re refreshing your memory on how terrible it is, being so seriously sick.

Just climbing out of your futon is a pain, and you’d usually have your meds by your table with a glass of water if your parents were around, but this year they’re on a business trip halfway across the globe in England so that’s….kinda bad, but you’re not one to complain. It’s not their job to constantly fret over you, and you can definitely take your own meds by yourself, right? You’ve done it yourself no problem, except breaking a glass or two in your half-conscious delirium.

“Somewhere….here….” you stagger over to the kitchen and sweep the counter for the meds you bought last week, swallowing the last pills in a gulp of water effortlessly. Years of practice probably got you to the stage where you could probably swallow them dry, but it’s unpleasant at best. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hits you. Goddamn it! “Agh….” you clutch at the edge of the kitchen counter, head swimming and light. This is worse than you normally experience and this absolutely sucks, you hate your genetic makeup, screw this, screw all of this—

You pass out on the kitchen floor.

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“Good morning, honey buns~” There’s only one person in the world that calls you ‘honey buns’ and you groan, rolling over in a strange cocoon of your own blanket that you magically teleported in.

“Kuroo, what the fuck—” You break out into a fit of coughing again and he shuts you up with a glass of water to drink. You accept, but you’re still kind of out-of-it and you basically almost knock it over.

“Hey, hey, slow down,” he gently tips the glass to your mouth and you sip, tiny little gulps and Kuroo smiles in relief. Through half-lidded eyes, you spot that he’s cast his jacket off to the side (a red parka that’s a bit faded) and there’s a pitcher of water on your desk with a plastic bag.

“You didn’t have to—” you sneeze, “buy me medicine,” you wave your hand at your desk. You hate burdening others with your own problems and this is a pretty big one you’ve dealt with for years. The feeling of uselessness, being a drag- you hate it and you try to cover your face with your blanket in shame. Kuroo brushes his hand over your hair softly, smoothing out the kinks.

“You’re sick, (Name)—”

“But—”

“No buts.” Kuroo presses his index finger to your lips and you shiver at the startling temperature difference; his finger is ice-cold against your lips which are now burning with heat despite the drink cooling you somewhat. You don’t recall ever feeling this warm; the blanket-cocoon thing is starting to make you break out in a sweat, and you wonder if it’s not just the fever.

Speaking of blanket-cocoon things and Kuroo, you ask, “How did I even get here? I thought I was in the kitchen or something?”

“Yeah, you definitely were in the kitchen, lying on the floor as if you were dead,” he tries to laugh it off as if it were a joke, but you notice in his eyes and in his wavering tone the underlying worry that what if you were dead? and you can’t help but feel touched by the sentiment. With the three years you’ve been by Kuroo’s side as a classmate and as a friend you’ve come to know him well, and you know that not much frazzles him this badly.

“Kuroo, I’m fine now, aren’t I—”

“I thought you were dead, (Name), I was so freaked out, what the hell were you even doing there?” Kuroo’s voice teeters on the brink of cracking and it’s then you truly see his worry for you, so strong that it reduces this 187.7cm human, normally-chill, sometimes dorky nerd to one single emotion so raw and concentrated you don’t even find it in you to say anything back.

“You weren’t picking up your phone, I had to use the spare key in that flower pot outside—”

“You knew about that key?”

“A man knows his secrets. But that’s not the point, (Name)—”

“Tetsurou, calm down.” You press your hands to his cold cheeks and look at him dead in the eye. “I’m completely fine. Jeez, don’t overreact so much.” You crack a smile just to show him that you are, in fact, not actually dead and very alive. Thank God you have that special girlfriend voice you practically only ever use on him; it seems to calm him down to some degree.

“(Name)—” he grabs your hand, callused fingers wrapping around your own-

“You have no idea how much I overreact when it comes to you.” His eyes stare deep into yours and you feel a flush on your cheeks as if your head wasn’t hot enough, and you stare back at him with a sort of admiration and love you hold for this boy who loves you so much.

“I didn’t know you were so cool, Tetsu~ If I’d have known I would’ve collapsed sooner!” You gently press your lips to meet his and smile into your kiss, laughing when you see Kuroo flushing like the dork he is, and you just realise everything you love about your boyfriend: the suave, confident side and the dorky side and the caring side, you can’t help but love them all.

“No, but seriously, (Name), don’t ever do that again,” he chides with a ruffle of your hair.

“Yes, yes, mom.” You nuzzle him and he pulls you into a hug.

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A few days later, Kuroo drops you a message:

From: kuroneko1
To: (Name)
i’m sick and dying helpppp