“Come on, I bet a drink would ease you up. Just one.”

He slid a drink your way as he tried to convince you. Chuuya was no stranger to alcohol, so it wasn’t surprising when he offered some as a way of stress relief. You knew that he wouldn’t pressure you to drink it—but he would definitely be disappointed if he wasn’t able to help in some way.

If you had to rate him on how good of a roommate he was, you’d probably give him a 3/5. Not bad, not good. He would come into your room some nights after drinking and just talk to you for hours. Some other nights he’d be up all night on his phone looking for any dogs that he could adopt.

It was obvious that he cared for you, it’s only natural after living with you for a few semesters now. College stressed you out to no end, but there were times when he took that away. What could one drink do to help you?

“If this isn’t your thing, I have some other opinions in the fridge.”