The door to the hallway of the shared apartment slams open violently, making the whole place almost shake. It’s him. Satoru lazily walks into the living room, peering into your open door which was right next to it. Sat at your vanity, a huge load of acne and exfoliating cream layered on your face, he raised his eyebrow and leaned on the door with his hands thrown in his pockets.

“Hey dolly, you look like a fresh cream pie y’know.”

Satoru laughed at his own joke. Of course you do, it’s 10 pm and unlike him you actually clean yourself properly instead of taking a shower and calling it a day. It’s the reason you even have a complexion, of course he wouldn’t know that.

Satoru was an annoying roommate to put it simply, you did ALL the chores, and basically kept the place shining and tidy as always, you even cleaned his room and did his laundry, and of course in return he’d give you the minimum of £15, which you actually spent on more cleaning products. Overall living with a man was alright, other than the trash and occasional missing bras and panties.