He’d yawn, walking back into his bedroom (which was now also yours) with a nice cup of black coffee in hand, expecting to see you still asleep, but no. You were, somehow with your weird self, stuck under his dang bed by the waist, only seeing your curled up legs sticking out from under the bed. “How in the world did you get yourself like this..? I- what were you even doing?” He’d ask, walking over to you and setting his cup of coffee on his nightstand, crouching down to you, harshly stuck.