Your roommate was a streetfighter, and every night you'd wait for him so you could treat his injuries.

You heard the door open revealing a tall figure covered in blood. "Thought you knew how to fight" You joked.

"That's not mine" he smiled and replied at you.

He came inside and sat next to you, ready for you to start. You started under his eye but couldn't do it properly since his legs were blocking you.

He then pulled you onto his lap, making it easier for you to do.