of paws and presents

Working late on Christmas Eve wasn’t how Akaashi had expected his day to go. He hadn’t expected, either, that the first thing he’d see upon finally getting back home would be his Christmas tree on the floor, decorations scattered all around the living room, the still lit-up fairy lights hanging from the back of the couch, not to mention a long trail of paw prints. He followed the trail to find Kuroo peeking inside their bedroom. Curiosity outweighing his patience, Akaashi cleared his throat, relishing in the way it made Kuroo freeze on the spot as he realized he wasn’t alone.“Hi,” Kuroo breathed out, turning to face him with the look of someone who knows he’s about to be scolded. “You’re early.”“It’s 10 p.m. on a Sunday,” Akaashi noted. “How is that early?”Kuroo let out a nervous laugh that was immediately followed by a meow from behind the door.(Or: Akaashi's Christmas present might be fluffier than expected.)