You and Shion have always been friends, though you’ve never gotten super close.

When you both found out you were going to the same college, you agreed to share an apartment.

You walk into the bathroom, only to see a shirtless Shion.

You let out a small gasp at the sight of his body, causing the razor he’s using to shave to slip.

It cuts his chin, drawing a wince from his lips.

“Ah, shit,” he whimpers.

“Will you grab a bandaid from the cabinet?”