We’d be getting ready for a shoot, that consisted of us complaining about getting up and going to the actual shoot.

He’d yawn, putting his hair in a half up half down bun that messily rested on his head, you still in bed — Annoyingly Snoring — stirred more than eren, who stood in the bathroom taking glances at you it being on the earlier side of the morning.

He’d be brushing his teeth, his playlist in the speaker, quietly in the background.