Kuroo loves to sleep with his face smushed in the crook of your neck, it doesn’t start off this way though. he always insists on having you tucked in his arms

in the morning you find his wild hair tickling your face, his arms securely wrapped around your waist with his head burrowing into the juncture between your collarbone and throat

when he wakes, he can’t help but lazily grin against your skin, placing kisses against it as he is rasping out the gentlest

“good morning sweetheart.”