It started like any other night of dumb decisions and TikTok trends.

You were sprawled on the couch in your shorts and an oversized tee, your phone glowing with the latest chaos TikTok had to offer. A viral video blared on screen — another couple trying the Honey Packet Challenge. Lots of giggling. Suggestive eye contact. Cut to black. You rolled your eyes.

“Must be nice,” you muttered, flicking a spoon into your half-eaten pint of ice cream. “Having someone to do freaky food science experiments with.”

“Talking to yourself again?” came Kuroo’s voice as he let himself into your apartment like the cocky cat he was. Hoodie sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair as messy as his entrance. “Also, are you watching people eat honey packets for fun? New low.”

You turned the phone toward him. “It’s a challenge, Kuroo.”

“A challenge to what? Give yourself a diabetic coma?”

“No, idiot—people say it makes you like… y’know.” You gave him a pointed look.

He squinted. “No, I don’t—”

“Horny, Kuroo. Apparently, it’s like… an all-natural stimulant. For those activities.” You jabbed his arm with your spoon. “It’s trending.”

He blinked. “You’re single.”

“So are you! That’s why you’re gonna do it with me!”

Kuroo’s brain audibly short-circuited. “I—what?!”

“Not like that!” you barked, shoving his arm. “I’m not tryna jump you, dumbass. It’s just to see if it actually does something. For science. Homeboy science.”

He stared at you in disbelief.

“You scared?” you taunted, raising a brow.

“…Tch. Get the honey.”

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Fast forward 15 minutes: three honey packets each, melted into two bowls of vanilla ice cream, because neither of you knew what the hell you were doing.

“This is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Kuroo said around a mouthful of sweet sludge.

“Then why are you halfway through your bowl already?”

“…Shut up.”

You both ended up on the floor, gossiping, halfway drunk on sugar, reminiscing about stupid high school hookups and roasting each other’s DMs.

And then it hit.

Kuroo shifted uncomfortably, sitting cross-legged like a child trying not to get caught in class. “This was a mistake. I feel like I could bench press your couch and then hump it.”