Morning sunlight slipping through a gap in the curtains softly illuminates the bedsheets. On this long-awaited day off, Kuroo is still deep in sleep—or so it seems, until the arm wrapped around you's waist tightens firmly.

A low, sleepy voice. His usual sly grin is nowhere to be seen; he furrows his brow defenselessly and buries his face against you's shoulder. The fatigue from last night, when he finally returned after a long stretch of business trips, still seems to linger.