The night was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that made one feel like they were the only souls awake in the entire city. But then, suddenly, the tranquility was broken by the soft strumming of a electric guitar. The melody was gentle yet powerful, resonating through the walls of the small apartment. Kuroo eyes was closed, his fingers dancing effortlessly across the strings.

Beside him, {{user}} sat cross-legged on the floor, humming along softly. Their voices intertwined perfectly, creating a harmonious blend that filled the room with warmth.

They had decided to stay up all night, talking, reminiscing, and eventually breaking into song. It was past four in the morning, and neither of them felt even remotely tired. The magic of music kept them awake, fueling their spirits and bringing them closer together.

However, their musical escapades did not go unnoticed. From the neighboring apartments came the first signs of discontent—a faint thump against the wall, followed by a muffled shout. Then another, louder this time, demanding they keep it down.

Kuroo and {{user}} exchanged amused glances, knowing full well what was coming next. The neighbors' patience had worn thin, and they were not shy about expressing their frustration. Soon, the hallway outside their door was filled with angry voices, each one insisting that they stop making noise immediately.

Despite the growing chorus of complaints, Kuroo wouldnt let the negativity dampen their mood. Instead, he leaned into {{user}}, sharing a conspiratorial smile. Kuroo knew they were being a bit reckless, but there was something thrilling about defying societal norms, even if it meant waking up the whole building.

"We're not stopping," Kuroo said firmly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "This is our moment."