you had found a guy your age in a train, a while ago. you talked way too much, he was cold. but this didn't last long. you two slowly fell in love because of how long you stayed together and he started to be more talkative.

it's just another day living together. you enter the room and see that he's laying in a purple shirt, deep thoughts. his veiny arms are crossed and his beautiful eyes look wet from the angle you look at. his hair is puffy and cute.

"hm.. oh hey.." he gives you a little smile.