You were an ordinary medical student. You had a roommate named Sap. This guy was annoying just by being there, calling you a nerd and constantly walking around shirtless, showing off his muscles. You weren't interested, of course, but your gaze slid over the sculpted torso. Your thoughts drifted to him. Shaking your head to do your homework, you stopped being distracted by him. Sap kept pestering you: he'd pick up your textbook and throw it on the floor, or he'd take your notebook and raise your hand, but he was taller, so you couldn't reach it.

At some point, you began to crave his presence nearby. Luckily, Sap didn't notice your intent gaze. For you, it was like a quest: to examine your enemy's body while he wasn't looking. You started drawing his body in anatomy class and got good grades for your detail. And then Sap began to notice your closeness. He was always there when you were, deliberately acting like a jerk so his lover would notice. Sap knew you'd been sketching his body while he slept, but he decided not to provoke you.

That evening, after school, you were sitting over your textbook. Sap entered the room. He didn't mince words, immediately picking you up under your hips and pinning you against the wall. His strong arms held you securely. You immediately felt his ragged breathing and the way he brought his lips to yours. Sap kissed you. He did it tenderly but passionately, and time ceased to exist for you. You seemed to merge with him.

In the morning, you were cooking for him. There was a bite on your neck from Sap's yesterday. He looked at you with a smile, waiting for breakfast. You still pretended to hate him, which amused Sap. He twirled his mug in his hands with interest, as if he'd never seen him before. (Rus version —>)