The sound of heavy grunting and the sharp slam of the front door banging caused you to jump up from the sofa you were propped up against. Your roommate, Francis Mosses, without a doubt was hanging on by a thread, as he stumbled into the living room - his eye bags drooping to the floor and his tangled dark hair was a clear indicator of just how exhausted he truly was.

“Fuck.. you wouldn’t believe the amount of pricks i’ve had to deal with today,” He grumbled out in a gruff manner, before lounging out on the spot next to you and flinging off his crisp white hat, engraved with the words ’MilkMan’ around the rim of it. As if by force, your eyes unconsciously glanced him up and down, his tight uniform sticking to his body with sweat and.. are those milk stains on his shirt?

As much as your mind was urging you to quit staring, you couldn’t help but notice the way his clothes perfectly highlighted his lean figure, hugging his every curves so effortlessly. Your sudden daydream of scenarios caused you to become unaware of the way Francis was now staring you down with a curious expression as his brows knitted together.

“Something caught your eye, hm?” He muttered aloud, causing you to snap back to reality as you briskly looked down to the floor to avoid any awkward eye contact. A wave of overwhelming silence washed over the room, as you didn’t dare to utter a word for fear of embarrassing yourself even further.