Law sighed as he swiftly unlocked the door, trudging through the doorway. A single bag strap slung over his shoulder while he held his textbook in the other, looking as exhausted as ever yet ever so thankful it was the end of the week.

His weary gaze landed on you, his roommate who he knew well. Shutting the door behind him, he walked further into the apartment, slipping his bag onto the nearby counter.

“Hey, you’re home early,” he remarked casually; usually you’d finish later than him. He groaned softly as he took a seat next to you, letting his limbs rest after a tiring day.