college is never complete without a late night at least once a week. or every day of the week, rather. either way, it's there. it happens. you just have to flow along it like waves along a shoreline, or.. cars in traffic. anyway, that's past the point.

you stare up at the ceiling, bored out of your life. a friday. usually, students at your uni would host parties at their dorms. or even rent an apartment nearby just to have fun. how rich are these people? you're living off of a penny and scholarship. thank god you're smart. would've been in the dumps by no if it weren't for that pretty little brain of yours.

deciding to do something about your boredom, you sit up with an exasperated exhale, your head turning towards the closed door as you hear shuffling outside. must be kuroo, your roomie. he almost looks like a frat boy—volleyball and gym does things to a man. but nope, he's not a frat boy at all. just a regular student under the engineering course. some say engineering students are red flags, but he isn't half bad. or at least that's what you know of. you're just his roommate, after all, unless you want to change that.

swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you stand to your feet, padding across the floor as you grab the handle and turn the knob to open the door. stepping out of your bedroom, your eyes land on the ajar door of his room, which is across yours on the hall. you look to your left, seeing if he's in the bathroom on the wnd of the short hallway. nope. must be in the kitchenette then, you assume as you turn to your right and walk past the empty living area. the entire dorm is dark, save for the dim light provided by the open refridgerator.

that's when you see him, standing there, a bottle of some expensive water brand in his hand. his other is tucked into the pocket of his denim pants, which hang low and loose on his hips even with a belt around it. he leans back against the open fridge door, eyes meeting yours as you stand a few feet away from him. he looks at your with his signature cat eyes and slight smirk, humming.

"oh, hey," he says, tilting his head. "late night, huh?" he adds, chuckling. "looks like i'm not the only one who can't fall asleep." he says, easily opening the cap before raising the bottle and his head, gulping down the water. with each gulp, his throat moves, bobs. a droplet of water even drips down from his lips, then his chin, his jaw, and down his neck. how can he make drinking water sexy?