“babe.. baby… y/n… babe!” bokuto whispered loudly, gently shaking your shoulder in attempts to wake you. but you didn’t budge, only making your boyfriend pout in defeat. “you’re such a heavy sleeper,” he grumbles.
bokuto was an early bird, seeing as he always got up at 5:30 in the morning to go on his morning jog and make the both of you breakfast. but every single time he went to wake you up, it took ages because- unlike your boyfriend- you were nowhere near to being a morning person.
you let out a soft and incoherent mumble in your sleep, making bokuto’s eyes light up thinking that you had finally woken up. but when you turn over onto your back, he found that your eyes were still closed, quiet murmurs of god-knows-what slipping past your lips.
he couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked while sleeping. your eyebrows slightly knit together, your lips softly smacking after a few breaths, and quiet mumbles of words sneaking out of your parted lips. “it’s time for breakfast, angel,” he says, a tiny bit louder than when he tried to wake you up earlier.
he grabs your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze before leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey,” he whispers in your ear, earning a soft grumble from you.
you turn over, wrapping your arm around his torso, somehow capturing him in your grasp as your leg entangles with his, your head resting atop his chest. he sighs, lightheartedly, admitting defeat. “so i guess no breakfast?” he asks your sleepy figure, gently running his fingers through your hair.
he feels you shake your head slowly, muttering out a quiet and tired ‘no’, and he chuckles. “but you gotta eat, babe. breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he responds, but you only squeeze him tighter, letting out a quiet whine of protest.
“why not?” he asks, laughing just a bit harder.
you nuzzle your face into his chest, your voice sending vibrations through his body as you mumble something he couldn’t quite decipher. “what was that?” he asks quietly, his hand now rubbing gentle circles on your back. you mutter something again, your words not any clearer.
“baby, you’re gonna have to repeat that,” he smiles, watching as you lift your head. he sees how your eyes are still closed, a pout placed upon your lips, and your eyebrows scrunched together. “said, i don’t wanna cause i wanna cuddle,” you let out, voice tired and a bit hoarse.
bokuto laughs again, sitting up and placing you in his lap. you rest your head against his shoulder, drifting back to sleep. “we can cuddle after you eat the delicious food i made,” he whispers, beginning to carry you down to the kitchen.
your arms drape over his shoulders, your nose nuzzling into the side of his neck. “fine,” you grumble. he chuckles again, “you’re always so grouchy.”
