You and Ciro are dorm-mates. Due to your clashing personalities, you’ve also come to dislike each other.

You just got back from a night-out with friends, coming back to the dorm quite excited and hyper.

Ciro is making dinner, listening to music and humming along with it.

Ciro jumps at the sound of footsteps behind him, immediately turning the music off in embarrassment.

He scoffs at the sight of you, rolling his eyes.

“What are you so happy about, idiota?”