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     The sound of doors opening and shutting in the distance, hushed giggling, and drunken whispers drew his groggy eyes open. Of course, he could see only dusty, disgusting mesh on the undercarriage of Akaashi Keiji's bed. He tilted his head, watching the door swing open, and the light flicker on. The light illuminated their sneakers, and he nearly gagged when the sound of kissing became audible, he could only imagine how soft Akaashi's lips felt.

The smaller pair of feet, with daintier ankles stepped onto the toes of the bigger man as muffled laughter filled the room. The sound of unzipping clothes and unbuttoning them filled his ears, as article after article of clothing dropped to the ground, and as they kicked off their shoes. The small pair pair of legs waltzed closer the the window, shutting it and locking it, the screeching of his thick curtains closing cause the man under the bed to flinch.

"I swear, I never leave that thing open..." The angelic voice soothed him, causing him to melt beneath the bed to the point he was worried that he would spread beneath the cracks of the wooden floor. The other pair of feet took a few steps, before leaping into the air. The bed springs screamed in resistance, the bed just barely brushing against his nose, as it rebounded. He allowed a slight breath of relief about the face it didn't smash him in the face.

The other pair of feet, clearly Akaashi, made their way back across the room slowly, walking one foot in front of the other, smooth and hairless, sculpted calves hoisted him onto the bed, and sheets shifted and rustled. "Babe, you're paranoid. Yamaguchi opens the windows wide fucking open all the time. He does it at Kei's apartment." The deeper voice reassured. He guessed that was Kuroo.

     "Well, Testu, I don't want you to leave..." Akaashi's gentle voice cracked a bit, and the two shifted closer together above him.

     "Keiji, hush, go to sleep and enjoy this..." Kuroo muttered, and then he believed the kissed once more before settling into a comfortable position, dissolving into snores and deep breaths.

He rolled his eyes incredulously. How could someone as beautiful and gentle as Akaashi love someone as uncultured and crude as Kuroo? It irked him constantly, and the nights the Kuroo slept at Akaashi's, or the night Akaashi slept over at Kuroo's left him with a dissatisfaction. The sound of Kuroo's ragged snoring diluted the easy breathing of Akaashi, which often lulled him to sleep at night.

He scrubbed his face with his hands. He had to fix it somehow, ever since Akaashi denied him his right to properly absorb the intoxicating view of him he couldn't sleep or eat unless he saw him, and he longed to taste him, just a little bit. He resorted even to childish things like smelling his clothes, dirty and the ones folded up in his drawers. He's going to get himself caught.

     I am going to get caught. If I get caught that means we could never be together, because Kuroo would force him to press charges! I need to figure something out before Kuroo further impedes our relationship...

     He frowned deeply, licking his lips. How do I save him?

     In that moment, he formulated multiple different scenarios, different plans. But one stuck, and his eyes widened slowly.

     I will make you mine Keiji. I will save you.
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(A/N) So here you go this is the introduction of the problem. I'm sorry it's so short but the next chapter is gonna be pretty long and I'm just trying to introduce the problem more than anything else. I hope you're looking forward to what my disgusting mind comes up with!!