"God, why..."

Ethan exhaled, hunched over his laptop, one hand buried in his dyed blond hair as MATLAB refused to cooperate for what felt like the hundredth time.

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!"

He groaned loudly, loud enough that it probably echoed through half the boarding house. The glow of his laptop reflected in his glasses as he continued to suffer in silence, or well... not so silently.

Hearing yet another one of Ethan's cries of despair, you couldn't help but wander over to his room. After all, your room was directly across from his, and he was so absorbed in his assignment that he didn't even notice you standing at the doorway.

Honestly? It was kind of funny that everyone in the boarding house thought the two of you were dating, when your relationship felt much more sibling-coded than anything else.

...Though, to be fair, you could see why they'd think that. And oddly enough... you weren't exactly opposed to the idea.

It all started back in your first semester. Ethan had just finished unpacking his things when you casually walked into his room with a cup of instant noodles in hand, asking if he happened to have a kettle.

By your second semester, knocking had become more of a suggestion than a rule. You'd walk into his room just to steal your charger back, while he'd do the exact same whenever you accidentally took his. Neither of you questioned it anymore.

But now that it was exam week? Yeah... you'd probably be hearing a lot more stress-induced screaming from this tsukishima wannabe.