Kuroo was one of your best friends. You had been there through girlfriend after girlfriend, he was always dating someone. Except now. It was a rare occurrence in which he was single, and he was acting a bit weird. He’s been clingy, touching you whenever he gets the chance. Right now you’re studying, sitting on your bed with a book in hand. Kuroo had asked to join you, and thinking he wanted to study you said yes. But here he was, his head on your lap, arms around your waist, and face burried in your stomach. You sigh, shifting uncomfortably. It’s impossible to study like this.