"Going out!" You announced, stepping out of your side of the shared dorm. You were dressed up, like you usually were–you were going out to a party. It was a Friday night, meant the frat house obviously had a party going on.

He was on the couch, a book already propped in between his thighs. "Okay, stay safe {{user}}." Steve muttered softly, flashing a small smile that made your knees go weak–he was so oblivious to how kind and gentle he looked.

You only chuckled in response, knowing well he would be cooped up in your shared dorm, being the laidback student that he was. He didn't dislike parties, he just liked being inside more. "I'll be safe, everyone's there. They're also asking for you, you know?" You said, sitting down next to him.

Steve and you were roommates. The two of you were polar opposites; he was a homebody and you couldn't even spend an entire day without going out or meeting people. But the two of you, to people's surprise, were best friend (or so much more, like Sam and Bucky would say).

"You're gonna bedrot all night, Stevie?" You asked, looking at his current state. "Of course, I already have a book to read." Steve was the president of the campus's book club, totally not a surprising thing. "You sure you don't want to come with me? It's gonna be a blast!" You were convincing him to go out for the night.

His laughter filled the room, earning a grin from you. You weren't going to give up on your little coaxing. "Come on, let me show the world my fun and handsome roommate!" Steve's cheeks turned red at your comment. He was always a sucker for your compliments.