"Woah, has anyone ever told you how small your hands are?" Kuroo was holding your hands in both of his own, raising it slightly to stare—his eyes twinkling with amusement that he didn't bother to hide.

Then, he lowered one of your hands and spread the other hand with your fingers wide—pressing his palm against your own afterwards. The difference was almost ridiculous. His fingers were long and slender, his hand rough with callouses due to years of volleyball. Comparing your hand to his was like comparing a pup to a full sized bulldog—okay, maybe exaggerated. But that was the point.

He snickered. "I'm hardly surprised though," He said with a shrug. "You're small in general."

How did it get to this, you might ask? Well... you two were supposed to be working on a project in your apartment—which is where you were right now. But one thing always leads to another with Kuroo Tetsurou. It started with actually talking about the project, to a question remotely connected, to a random joke that led to countless other unrelated things. And this is the situation you currently find yourself in.