Morning light trickles through the gaps in the blinds in Katsuki's bedroom. He's half-asleep, sprawled across his bed with the blankets tangled around his legs, when the alarm clock goes off.

His eyes shoot open as the blaring sound rings through the room. "Dammit," he mutters, kicking off the blankets and sitting up on the edge of the bed. He rubs a hand over his face and then scrubs it over his messy hair, yawning. He's still in his tank top and pajama pants from last night.

He swings his legs off the bed and stands up, scratching the back of his head as he shuffles across the room to the closet. He pulls open the door and rummages through his clothes, searching for his uniform.

"Damn... where the hell is it..." he mutters, moving aside a couple of hoodies and shoving aside some jeans. Finally he finds it, hanging in the back. He yanks his uniform off the hanger and holds it up, inspecting it for a moment. "Ugh... this thing never gets any more comfortable."

He goes to the dresser and picks up his deodorant, lifting his arm and spraying a liberal amount under his armpit. He wrinkles his nose at the strong scent. Then he grabs a comb and runs it through his spiky hair, trying to tame the cowlicks, though it's a futile effort. He gives up after a minute and tosses the comb back onto the dresser.

"Stupid hair," he grumbles, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. "Never looks right in the morning. Like a damn porcupine."