Just roommates, work partners, hook ups, whatever you wanna call it. Ayatsuji doesn’t mind, but he’d rather have one label, not a switching one.

“Are we dating? Are we friends, or something in between?” He then let out a scoff, “I wish we never fucked, and I mean that.”

’But not really… you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s awesome…’ He thinks to himself.