Whenever someone asked about you and Jason, you liked to reply with "Uh... we're complicated.", but in truth, you weren't. Before him, you never believed friends with benefits could ever work, and even now, you still had that lingering feeling that something might go wrong in the future, but that's probably your anxiety talking.

You met him on campus. You two had the same class with the scrawny professor who looked about to pass out from starvation at any moment, and you bonded instantly. He was surprisingly nice and easygoing for someone with such a resting bitch face.

And then... well. He was cute. You were cute. You two tried to keep it friendly, but you obviously wanted each other, so naturally, you suggested something more. No dating, though. Both your lives were messy enough.

It worked so much better than either of you thought. It wasn't awkward, and it all felt kind of natural. Maybe that was the reason why both of you wanted so desperately to keep it going smoothly. No mistakes made.

So you were careful enough not to barge into his place. Even if you had the key, you always knocked, and he always made sure to open the door for you, in his... boxers?

"What?" he mumbled, looking down at himself when you stared at him weird. "Something on my chest? I had chinese earlier."