It was supposed to be a friendly sleepover with the team at Lev's house. As the manager, and friend of many, you were invited.

Who knew the captain, Kuroo, would be sleeping messily on top of you?

Heck, you were half his size. He usually teased and flirted with you. And yet, he was tossing and turning on the futon next to you after everybody stayed up late partying and whatnot.

And somehow he rolled onto you, now clinging like you his life support, and you swore you could feel a bit of drool on you too.

Mumbling incoherent words, on you, probably drooling while completely knocked out, he keeps shifting to get more comfortable.