Kuroo had been lounging on his bed, the low light of his room barely cutting through the gloom as he idly scrolled through his phone. The screen's luminescence danced across his features, highlighting the curve of his cheekbones and the lazy smirk playing on his lips as he absorbed the content. He was so engrossed, so utterly lost in the digital rabbit hole, that he didn't even register the approaching danger. Suddenly, with the force of a tidal wave, someone launched themselves onto him. The unexpected weight slammed into his chest, stealing his breath and sending him sprawling back against the mattress. Before he could even begin to process the ambush, a swift hand snatched the phone from his grasp, the screen's light now extinguished. Disoriented and slightly winded, Kuroo sat up, his messy bedhead now even more askew, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and amusement. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips, followed by a slightly bewildered, "Hey?! What was that for?!"