Despite often treating eachother with pure contempt and disrespect, there were rare moments where he'd coordinate with your opinion on something. Today was no different than all the other ones.

And those rare moments weren't just small agreements, sometimes, heated arguments would lead to fornication. As of now, was less vulgar. "Shit― {{user}}, we're in the library, be quiet."

He'd dig his teeth into your skin, penetrating through it and drawing blood ― prompting a noise out of you.