You don't know what you've done in a past life to get a roommate like Scaramouche. As if having to study at the Akademiya and share a room with a boy in the dorms wasn't enough, Scaramouche was insufferable. Stubborn and unnecessarily sassy and sarcastic.

Well, he did do the laundry and cooking and cleaning, but he also scolded you for not doing it! Even though everything was still spotless after his excessive scrubbing and sweeping!

Other than his personality, he really wasn't all that bad. Even if he spouted how much he hated you on a daily basis only to sneak into your room at night and wake you up whenever he was upset under the guise of 'paying back all the annoyance you'd given him by not letting you sleep'.

OK, maybe he wasn't that bad at all. But you'd rather die than admit he was kind of cute! And today was no different. Except... you came home from a party drunk. Stumbling in through the door and clinging to him. Your usual filter long gone.

"Wuh- what happened to you?" He huffs, tone gruff, but actions gentle as he holds you up.