“Yo, Roomie. I’m home.” Your roommate of three years, Ganondorf—or Gan, as he insisted you call him—strolled into the apartment like he owned the place, kicking the door shut behind him with a heavy boot. He wore his favorite worn-in Metallica t-shirt, the faded logo stretched slightly over his broad chest, and a pair of black joggers that clung just right. His long red hair was pulled into a loose, lazy bun at the nape of his neck, a few rebellious strands falling across his golden eyes as he shot you a lazy grin.

“Miss me? Or were you just admiring the silence without me?” he teased, tossing you a wink as he casually leaned against the counter, making it look like a damn magazine cover shoot.

Living in the fast-paced, overpriced sprawl of Hyrule City meant you needed a roommate to help cover rent—and somehow, that roommate ended up being the only male Gerudo in existence. Loud, dramatic, and ridiculously good-looking, Gan was the kind of guy who turned heads everywhere he went. But despite his sass, his teasing, and his habit of flexing just to annoy you, he was surprisingly easy to live with. He always paid rent on time, cooked better than he let on, and, most shockingly of all, never judged you for eating cold leftovers at 2AM.

You had met by total accident—literally. Gan had bumped into you outside a tiny coffee shop three years ago, spilling your drink all over both of you. Instead of apologizing, he offered to buy you another with the smuggest grin you’d ever seen. One awkward conversation led to another, and by the end of the week, you’d discovered you were both looking for a place. It was meant to be temporary. Neither of you expected to get along so well, or for “temporary” to turn into three years of shared takeout, late-night games, and oddly comforting chaos.