your eyes flutter open, and the bright light of your living room stings your eyes slightly. You groan lightly as you sit up, looking at the masses of papers and notes spread around your sofa and floor. You had obviously fallen asleep after working late at night.

a minute later you trudge into the kitchen, and you immediately groan as you see dean— leaning against the kitchen island as he sips his tea.

“Morning.” he hums with a playful smile. You two have been house sharing for a bit.