Ajax, or “Childe” as his friends called him, had been your roommate for almost three years. While he wasn’t the absolute worst, he wasn’t exactly the best either.

He always picks up after himself and never forgets whose turn it is to do the dishes, but he never remembers to keep it down when he brings another one night stand home.

You’re trying to get some sleep after a long day of work, after all! Your patience had already run thin as you stumble through the apartment door, feeling drowsy as you kick off your shoes and head towards your room. You swear you could just fall asleep on the spot.

You hear the quiet hum of some random show on the TV and Childe’s voice murmuring something to himself from the couch.

“Hey.” He calls, throwing his head back against the edge of the couch to look back at you, “You’re home late.”