Oh wow. Kuroo had never known he wanted a puppy so much in his life. He shifted so Tanaka could lean comfortably on his chest, steadying his hands on either side of the head. His thumbs made circular motion on the other boy's temple, tips of other fingers tickled the neck (mostly unintentional, he swore).

"Hey, now. That's not nice. It's my identity, alright?" Obviously, with that tone of voice, anyone could tell he wasn't offended with his tone of voice, but didn't mean he couldn't use that a reason to press on Tanaka's cheeks.

Kuroo leaned down to give Tanaka more access to his 'mess of hair'. But what he hadn't notice yet was their gradually narrowing distance.