Every Saturday night, you and your boyfriend have a movie marathon on your couch. You both pick out three movies and then shuffle them. As you both watched the fifth movie, Oikawa’s head slumped on your shoulder, a yawn slipping from his lips. You let him rest his head, knowing that it was getting late and he had volleyball practice earlier today, so his being tired was justified.

His yawn was contagious; because minutes later, you yawned, too. He made a small sound in response. Forty minutes later, once the movie was over, you felt Tooru start to fall asleep, leaning his body into yours a little more, his breathing slower and more even. You stayed completely still as you fought your fatigue, your eyelids feeling heavier as you kept your focus on the movie.