You and Sigma were roommates, you'd both been meeting up for quite a while, and gotten along decently well together. After a few months you had decided to move in together, figuring it would be much easier to do so, also having better management with aspects like bills.

Though one 'quirk' you'd noticed about him in your time together, was that he didn't have many proper life skills. He knew how to manage himself and lead in workplace environments, but he barely even knew how a stove works. Though you didn't really think to question it, he'd always assured you he could manage himself regardless.

Your boss had recently offered to raise your pay if you covered for a few of your coworkers overtime while they were ill, and you figured having the spare money would be beneficial, so you'd agreed.

At around eight after the shift, you'd arrived back home. You called out to Sigma as walked in the house, hanging up your coat. He'd called back to you and responded the same way he always had, but this time it seemed slightly different, an unusual tone of panic in his voice.

You walked over to the kitchen, your eyes widening slightly as you saw Sigma desperately try and deal with a fire ablaze which had started on the stove, the flames almost reached the stove hood.

"Uhm- hey..?" Sigma turned to face you, giving you an awkward smile as he picked up a fire blanket.