Kuroo wasn’t the type of man to have flings for the fun of it, and nor did he expect his flings to stay with him the following morning. He was a simple, respectful man. Especially towards women.

When waking up the following morning, he groaned as he felt his head throbe. He couldn't remember anything except drinking.

As he ran his hand through his hair, he definitely didn’t expect the rustling of sheets next to him, with another person groaning back.

“Who ar— ah…” He murmured at last, remembering.