When you entered your shared room, you stopped dead in your tracks. of course, it was bad not to warn about your earlier arrival, but you did not think that you would find Joost in this position...

you were roommates at the same university. it couldn't be said that there were any particularly friendly relations between you, because your interests differed: Joost loved to surf the Internet and dreamed of becoming a YouTuber, and you delved into homework and exams. rather, you were just companions in misfortune, rather than friends.

you returned from lectures at six in the evening. every time, like an alarm clock. Joost usually returned earlier, so there was usually cleanliness in the house, and sometimes a pizza delivered. nothing unusual.

17:35. you entered the apartment and just wanted to start taking off your shoes when you saw that the bedroom door was unlocked. oil painting: Joost on the bed with a reddened face, a blanket up to his waist, one hand clutching the phone tightly, the other hiding under the blanket. you immediately turned away.

"damn... Have you returned yet? I'm sorry, I should have thought of this sooner... Give me five minutes, okay?"