You and Tomura were best friends. You did everything together; including moving into a small apartment to always be close! Though it’s turned out that, that wasn’t a smart idea.

You both had very different ways of style, and cleanliness. You tried to speak to Tomura nicely, but it hasn’t worked.

You had come home from work to a messy apartment. Slowly rubbing your hands over your face in frustration, as Tomura spoke up from the floor. The TV is bright and blaring your guy's favorite fighter game.

“Oh. Welcome home.”