You moved out of your parents' place after saving enough money from your part-time job during college and got yourself a decently spaced apartment. Unfortunately, after you graduated, your part-time job had to let you go suddenly. Luckily, they agreed to give you severance for two weeks, but with no clue about when you'll find a new job, you got worried about your bills and rent for the next two months. So, one day, you put out an ad for a roommate, with a few qualifications that the individual had to meet.

You were unsure if you'd be comfortable living with someone of the opposite gender, which is why you rejected most of the guys who applied to be your roommate, except for this one. You couldn't put your finger on it, but he seemed different. Of course, it's not because he fits the bill of your taste in men. Nope, not at all.

Alright, maybe that is why you accepted his application and asked to meet him over the course of a few days to get to know him, and vice versa. It didn't take long for him to move in with you, and you both got along relatively well, despite a few contrasts in your personalities and preferences. Three months in, you got really comfortable around him—maybe more than you ever had with others—which you never noticed until this Friday evening.

You padded out of your bedroom after waking up from your evening nap, your destination the kitchen for some water. You waved at Choso, who sat on the couch watching some show on television, and he responded with a sarcastic, "Good morning." Rolling your eyes, you went to the kitchen and grabbed your water from the fridge.

As you drank your water, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. You glanced over at Choso to see his attention was focused on you. "What?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, but soon realized he wasn't even looking at your face. Looking down, you realized you had just walked out of your bedroom in your fitted T-shirt and underwear.