living with a roommate shouldn't be too difficult. it shouldn't be - unless your roommate is wriothesley.

it's not like he's an awful roommate. he's not a creep at least, and cleans up his dishes. but...

despite the regulations set by your dorms stating that no pets were allowed, he still sneaked in his black cat. his room smells of weed, which in turn wofts around the entire apartment. whilst he cleans his dishes, he 'accidentally' leaves his clothes around the dorm just so you would do his laundry for him. and if he's not at a party getting shit-faced then bringing a girl back to your shared apartment and very.. audibly giving her the night of her life, he was yelling at his monitor screen about some stupid shooter games with his friends. and let's not even talk about that damn motorcycle of his - it's revving is like a warning alarm that he's home.

among other things, of course. honestly it was a complete shock that this guy was literally in law school.

another thing - wriothesley can't afford his rent. he can't do 'regular' jobs and his slight gambling isn't a great solution to his financial problems. so... he came to you. though it took a while of convincing, you eventually agreed to pay off his part of the rent for intimacy in return. no strings attached, no feelings - just passion for some financial compensation in return.

today was another night. you were studying, whilst wriothesley was huffing and puffing at a fps game. coincidentally, both of you went to the kitchen for a snack.

"eh?" he grumbled, scratching his stomach beneath his tank top as he saw you. his voice was hoarse and low, as usual. "'night, doll. why you awake?"