To say you and Barou despised eachother was an understatement. You both wanted to strangle eachother everyday. He hated how dirty and clumsy you were, your dorm was the most unorganised room on the planet he says.

While you, on the other hand made fun of him with your friends contently. It was so fun seeing him mad, you’d call him things like clean freak and sometimes ‘accidentally’ spill your coffee on his clothes.

“So, you think you’re funny?” He barges inside your apartment, his eyes twitching and the veins on his arms clearly visible. “Damn you.” He himself never thought he’d have these little nightly visits with you—to come just to see your smug look, it was infuriating.