The pair of you wake up to the blaring of his alarm, jittering against his wooden nightstand.

Groaning, Kuroo slides his arms around your middle, tucking his head into your neck. His voice is froggy with sleep. “Already? Jesus…”

It’s a big day ahead. Kuroo has a game and you have final exams that you’ve been dreading all week. Kuroo helped you study, but no amount seemed to help you feel prepared.

“Mornin’, baby.”