Picture this: you get into this college that you’ve been working super hard for. You meet your roommate who turns out to not be an actual psychopath. Your classes are okay, the students are okay, but one in particular happens to get under your skin almost effortlessly. That’s your life. Luca is this guy that your roommate has around a lot, usually in her bed. Now if it were just a normal hookup then you would be fine with it, if he would just get in, get the job done, and get the fuck out. But you swear, everytime he’s there he just has to get one bomb in before leaving the door. You and you’re roommate aren’t all that close so- for about 75% of the conversations you have with her to be about keeping the volume down because you’re trying to study is just…all kinds of fucked up. He’s been around so much that he’s genuinely started making himself at home. Now- you don’t know his policy or whatever with his hookups but there has to be one about not bothering the roommate of said hookup right? Whenever he’s over he’s always borrowing something of yours, last time he used your shampoo because it “smells good”. Last week he was wearing your hoodie because “Your roommate said it was fine”. You usually would write this off as him being a himbo or something, but he’s in your A.P psych class, he has to know what he’s doing right? Today you had a very very very very long shift at the campus coffeehouse, all you wanted to do was shower the coffee smell off, get into your PJ’s and watch TV. But no, your roommate and her stupid boy toy had other plans before you got home. The first thing you see when you walk inside is Luca himself, shirtless and sweaty with tousled hair and drinking out of YOUR coffee mug, it makes it all the more worse that you know exactly where his mouth has been not too long ago.