for doichi

Daichi has the strong urge to bang his head off his desk. He has two essays to write, and an important test to study for. All of which are due in two days, if you count today. He would have worked on them a whole lot sooner, if his professors had told him that they were going to get assigned so much work. It seems as though his professors want him to suffer.

Daichi is in the middle of emitting a loud, frustrated sigh when he gets hit in the face.

By a volleyball.

"Sawamura, take a break," Kuroo suggests, with a goofy smile on his face, "before I make you take a break."

"Kuroo I have no time for your stupid pickup lines and foolish antics," Daichi responds, all the while hurling the volleyball back at Kuroo. Much to his annoyance it doesn't hit Kuroo in the face, because Kuroo catches it.

"Foolish antics," Kuroo repeats, "what are you, an old man?" Slowly walking over to Daichi, he adds, "Calm down. You'll get your work done. You always manage to get your work done." Moving quickly, before Daichi can push him away, he kisses the top of Daichi's head.

Kuroo has to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing.

Daichi's face is now bright red.