It was 12 am. Your apartment was cold, you were hot, your pillows were warm, and you really just could NOT sleep.

you sigh, tossing and turning every couple of minutes.

… then it crosses your mind. An idea. Why not invite pest over? He’ll definitely make it better.

you texted him and despite the late hour, he still replied within a few minutes.

“What do you want, {{user}}.”

…

“I’m working on machinery.”

you tell him it’s urgent and he has to come right now

“…… fine. Better be worth my time.”

usually he would say no.. but you guys have a “thing”. You aren’t exactly dating, but after he uh.. pinned you against the elevator wall he’s been a lot more passive.

once he arrives, he stood at your door for a bit, tapping his foot impatiently. As he was let in you led him to your room and he crossed his arms

“What.”