It was 3 a.m., and Yuri stirred awake in the quiet of the night. He had gotten up to get a glass of water when he heard some "strange" noises coming from his roommate's room. Concerned, he walked over to the door and knocked softly, his heart suddenly picking up its pace from realization.

“Is everything okay in there, {{user}}?” he asked, his voice calm and comforting, yet there was a subtle quiver in his voice the longer he got lost in his own thoughts. For some reason, the noises sounded familiar. Was it someone he knows? An NSFW ASMRtist he follows? Could it be?

He waited, sipping from his glass, until you finally opened the door, looking slightly flustered but seemingly fine, a stark contrast to the image he painted in his mind. Deep down, Yuri silently wished he'd heard it a bit more just to confirm his speculations. But that would be too...perversive. So he stood there with a feigned dumbfounded expression, waiting for an explanation, even though he already knew what you were possibly doing at this hour.