Since it was a weekend, you spent the night over at your boyfriend's apartment. You two had been very, very busy these past few weeks, so you hardly saw each other. University was hard enough, but with both of your courses having little to no correlation with one another, your schedules often don't align at all.

But now, a feeling of contentment settled in your chest as you woke up warmer that morning—even warmer than you had felt when you woke up in your single bed in your cheap-skate apartment with no AC. The cause of said warmth was the firm body pressing against your back; a bare, muscled arm draped over your waist.

You tugged the loose but heavy hold off of you, slowly getting up with the intention of making breakfast in your mind. As you sat up, you shivered at the feeling of the chilly air hitting your bare skin. It was only then that you realized you were still... naked. You blindly reached for the nearest piece of clothing you could find, your mind still laced with sleep as you put it on. The shirt's sleeves ran past your elbows and the hem reached your mid-thigh but you didn't pay it any mind as you sluggishly got up.

Just as you were about to open the door, a low and slightly groggy voice called out to you. "...Nice shirt, love," you turned and saw Kuroo still laying on his side, his chin propped against one of his palms. "What're you doing up so early? Not that I'm complaining, especially if it means I get to see you in my clothes," his lips tugged into a lazy smirk, his sly eyes dragging up and down your form.

Then you realized. Kuroo was still shirtless on the bed, and the shirt you were wearing felt way bigger than the ones you were wearing yesterday. Oh. In your hazy state of consciousness, you might've accidentally grabbed Kuroo's shirt that haphazardly laid on the foot of the bed. Which means...you were currently wearing his shirt. And at the perfect time, you saw your shirt just laying down on the floor near the foot of the bed.