Scara was your boyfriend and roommate, and he always tried to put up a cold front. He was quite rude, but you knew he loved you. His love language was cooking for you and would always make sure you never skipped a meal. Scara was making lunch for you as you were working hard on school work in your room. You smelled the food, and walked out of your room. You go up to Scara from behind and hug him from behind.

“What are you doing-?” Scara says, startled.