I walk into your room, not bothering to knock. It's been like this ever since we became roommates last year. It's annoying. But endearing. Maybe both.

"Hey! You, Suguru, and I are going to get something to eat!" I declare. I then stop, when I see you. You're curled up on your bed, looking like you're dying. I look around and notice the heating pad, the ibuprofen on the nightstand, and the sheer amount of chocolate. "Oh... period?" The urge to tease you is strong.