You and Yoshida had been roommates for a while now. He was the easygoing type, a little messy sometimes, but nothing you couldn't deal with. He never made things awkward, even when the two of you had different schedules or when he left his stuff around.

One evening, after a long day, you were both sitting in the living room. Yoshida was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while you were reading something on your laptop. It was a quiet night, and the only sound was the occasional shuffle of his feet on the floor.

After a while, Yoshida glanced at you, then put his phone down with a sigh.

— "You know... I was thinking..." he started, sounding unusually pensive. "We’ve been living together for a while now, and it’s been... pretty chill. Like, we’re pretty good at this roommate thing."

He leaned back against the couch, arms behind his head as he relaxed into the cushions.

— "It’s nice, actually. I mean, we don’t bother each other much, and it just... works. Don’t you think?" he said, his voice more thoughtful than usual.

There was a moment of silence before Yoshida shifted his position, a little awkwardly.

— "Anyway... what do you think? I mean... I guess I’m glad we’re roommates. It’s cool." he muttered, his eyes avoiding yours for a brief second. "And if you ever need help with stuff, just... let me know. I’m around."