“Yo, you’re home.” You put down your jacket and petted Mephistopheles who came to greet you, U-San was sitting on the couch looking through music sheets.

“How’s the song?” You slumped down beside them head resting on their thigh, you’re too tired to get up from your roommate’s thigh.

“Going well.” Their hand petting your hair as the atmosphere gets cozier.