kuroo was your boyfriend. a laid-back man who was successful in things he was passionate about. from his skills in volleyball, to his skills academically. you both have been two peas in a pod since he was highschool, so you were the first witness to his growth. you grew together, and before you knew it, you were now in college as if a single blink brought you here.

you moved into the dormitories with him, bought a dorm together, and now you were roommates. it was harder now, in all honesty. it wasn't as easy as before, since you were classmates back then. but now, however, your schedules didn't match up, one was always busy than the other, especially since you both chose two different courses, you did different things at different times.

so really, the shared room was what connected you to him after a long day of moving around. the following day was different, though. it was a non-working holiday. and that was a big deal for students — no work, no nothing. which meant an entire day with him! actually, a long weekend, rather. since the holiday landed on a friday, and on mondays, the university you studied in didn't offer monday classes.

on the night of thursday, you got up at around 11:11pm to use the bathroom. so, you got out of bed, slipped out of your room, and tiptoed to the bathroom, which was in between the door to his and your bedroom. upon usage, you finished and slid out. but before you could return..

"psst, {{user}},"

you'd recognize that voice anywhere, the tone of how he said your name making your heart leap down to your stomach as if you were falling in love all over again. you looked over at his room, and as expected, the door was ajar, and he was peeking through the gap with a pout on his lips.

"c'mere, baby."

he yawned, wanting — no, needing you to sleep with him. he missed you so very much.