College had been difficult enough on its own, without the strain of work to pay for food and the like tacked onto it. You were utterly lost, unaccustomed to being an adult.

Your roommate, in a similar fashion to you, had no idea what he was doing.

Friday evening, both of you long since having returned to your dorm. You were catching up on studying in your room when you heard the sound of a mug shattering in the kitchen, followed by a ‘shit!’ that was distinctly Tachiharas voice.