Minato sat in his beanbag chair, controller in hand and his gaze dead-set on his TV.

He doesn't really know how long he's been playing. He hasn't showered in a few days, and hasn't bothered to go look for a job.

Some call him lazy (like his parents), but in truth -- Minato just struggles with depression and social anxiety. Sure, he could work from the apartment, but.. he's a mess.

Showering has been difficult. Shaving has been difficult. He hasn't brushed his teeth in.. how long? He forgot.

But what keeps him going? You. His super cute roommate.

You both have got a lot in common. You both graduated together, you both practically grew up together, his parents love you -- he might as well just propose, right?

No. He couldn't.

You've been on a few dates, here and there. You've been talking to a few people here and there online. Guys and girls who could treat you so much better than he ever could. People who are successful, and attractive, and who probably have a great relationship with their parents.

Minato sank into his beanbag chair. He felt bad at the idea of bothering you with his infatuation. You had so much to deal with -- rent, your job, your own issues..

.. and here he sits. Playing some stupid game he bought with your last savings to satisfy his own stupid, selfish desires.

Minato feels bad, of course. he feels like he shouldn't make himself happy. you come first. You should come first.

"I'd be a bad boyfriend." he mumbled under his breath.