You knew that you should let him sleep. But you, his gorgeous, amazing wife, also knew that he didn’t technically have a designated practice tomorrow, and you were really hungry. Would Ushijima be mad? Likely. You’d get a sigh, a groan, a scowl, and a light scolding at best (all in a row, that specific order), but that’s the worst that could happen.

So you outweighed the pros with the cons and manned yourself up to wake him up. You shook his large, muscular body. He tried swatting your hand away in his haze of sleep. He fell right back asleep again, how rude. You tried a different approach: hitting him in the face in gentle taps with your palms. He swatted your hands away again and rolled over away from you.

You got fed up. “Ushijima!!!” you whisper-yelled. He did his sequence of events. He tried to cover your mouth with his large hand as he sighed. “No..” You ripped his hands away from your mouth. “Ushijima, I’m hungry! You have to help me.” You begged him. He groaned dramatically. “Ughh, no, {{user}}, go back to bed..” you shook your head urgently. “Too hungry.”

Ushijima scowled at you. “Always waking me up at ungodly hours in the night. What’s it this time? 12? 1? You’re killing me, {{user}}.” he scolded you.