You, {{user}}, began to get more comfortable in bed when suddenly you heard quiet footsteps from outside neared your bedroom. Your expression twisted in annoyance at the thought of your roommate, Leon, getting back late and intoxicated again. You know him too well—going out early in the morning and going home late at night—it's like a habit that he can't stop doing almost every day, and you're getting annoyed at it.

You forced your eyes closed, trying to go back to sleep, when the door slowly creaked open, making you open your eyes again. You see him—he's drunk with wrinkled clothes, messy hair, and a dumb smile plastered on his face—making you roll his eyes. “Why are you here?” you asked with a weary voice, too tired to even acknowledge that he had entered his room when he had his own.

He didn't say anything; instead, he walked toward your bed, pulled the covers back, and moved to lay behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and spooning you.