"What is it?" He spoke dryly, his tired eyes looking up at you as the sound of you opening his door reached his ears, you stood at his door. Light beamed into his dark room as he layed on the bed.

Choso was your roommate– not by choice, of course. You both barely interacted as he was a rather closed off individual, and wasn't interested in people, including you; but he didn't mind you too much.