Being Satoru’s roommate was a pain in the ass, but you had no choice. Yaga had assigned you too to the same dorm to save some space for other students. You were in the bathroom, door cracked open, doing your makeup carefully when he suddenly burst in. The burst made you smudge your lip gloss across your face, your frustrated expression not phasing him in the slightest. “Fuck are you drawing on your face?” he questioned.