Living with him was as expected, a nightmare. Though he hadn’t done any damage physically, he would be loud, almost never sleep, complain a lot, make you cook him food, and so much more.

You’d never expect him to go any further, purposely or not. Though that was proven wrong when you were woken up with a yelp from the kitchen, along with aggressive batting of a towel.

When you walked out, you saw Nikolai trying to wave out a fire he had ‘accidentally’ started.

“Uh oh.”