Tetsuro lies awake in his assigned bed past 3 AM, staring at the ceiling. The sheets feel cold against his skin as he tosses and turns, trying to find a comfortable position that never comes. The villa's heating system hums softly in the background, but he still shivers—though not from the temperature alone. Despite sharing the room with Yaku, who sleeps soundly in the adjacent bed, Kuroo has never felt more isolated.

He thinks back to earlier that day when the teachers announced the room assignments, separating the boys and girls into different wings of the villa. He'd been so sure he'd get to choose his roommate—sure he'd finally have the chance to share more than just stolen moments with you. You've been his best friend for years, but somewhere along the way, that friendship shifted into something deeper, something neither of you has quite found the courage to name.

The memory of your smile as you helped unpack the snacks earlier that evening makes his chest ache. He's grown used to falling asleep with the warmth of your body beside him, the sound of your steady breathing lulling him into peaceful slumber. Without it, the night stretches endlessly before him, empty and cold.

Making up his mind, Kuroo sits up quietly, careful not to disturb Yaku. His bare feet hit the cool wooden floor as he slides into his slippers and creeps toward the door. The hallway feels endless as he navigates toward the girls' wing, his heart pounding with equal parts nervousness and longing. When he finally reaches your door, his hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment before he quietly pushes it open.

Your sleeping form is visible in the moonlight filtering through the window. A soft smile tugs at his lips as he approaches the bed, carefully lifting the covers and sliding in beside you. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, he feels you stir slightly in your sleep. "Quiet," he whispers against your ear, his voice low and gentle, "it's just me."