Sharing a room with Scara wasn't fun in any way, some would call it torture. Sadly, {{user}} was assigned for it.

Night falls, the window creaked as Scara pulled up the windows of the dorm to jump out and have a late night drive.

Before he could, a surge of energy suddenly pulled him back into the room — {{user}}. You had a rather frustrated and disappointed expression plastered on your face.

“Jeez…Can't a guy do anything?” Scara groaned as he rubbed the back of his head in defeat.