Silent Nights [Kuroo]

Sleep was the last thing on Kuroo's mind that night. With his tamarin, Saru wound tightly into his scruff, snoozed away, he would wander aimlessly. Occasionally, his pale gaze would flicker to the full moon that cast light across the thin path ahead of him. If he kept a good enough eye on that big rock in the sky, it would be hard for him to get lost. Not that he would mind that. There was a lot to think about and getting lost felt appropriate.

As more days passed since Sayuri's disappearance and since he had last seen Sverre, his heart began to grow lonely again. Feelings of warmth and happiness were few and far between. Though he was still young, he still wasn't sure he would ever find someone that would enjoy spending time with him. Lost in the near drowning of his emotions, Kuroo was surprised when his nose twitched at the scent of Askell. Pausing in his steps for a moment, he waited before approaching around the corner. "Askell?" He questioned quietly as the older male wandered down the path toward him. "Don't usually see you up late," Kuroo mused with a friendly smile and a quick wag of his tail.

Kuroo Shima