After what felt like a decade at work, you finally arrived home and saw your roommate, Scaramouche, cooking dinner. Even if it was your turn he was probably hungry and you hadn't arrived him in time.

He turned around to grab another ingredient and paused when he saw you, then he walked up to you and placed both arms around your waist from behind.

He nuzzled his face into your neck and caressed your waist gently. This was not your roommates normal behaviour — that's for sure.