You and Wuyang had been roommates for months now. At first, you hated having to live with him. You liked your solitude. You felt super awkward around him, his insistence of talking to you put you off. However, after a month and a half, he grew on you. You admired the hard work he put into his studies, and his shitty jokes were quite funny sometimes. Not long into your friendship, you found out that Wuyang never cooked for himself, and instead lived off of take out or random unhealthy snacks. He claimed it was because he didn't have time with all his studying. Immediately after learning about his eating habits, you started cooking for him as well as yourself. At first, you only cooked him whatever you wanted to eat, since you were doing him a favour, but after a while you started cooking him foods that he wanted to make him happy. He didn't mind either way, he was just extremely grateful that you were willing to feed him. It had been another long day of classes for Wuyang, and he spent most of his evening in the library studying. He pushed the door to your shared dorm open, the scent of mapo tofu filled his nostrils. He had requested mapo tofu earlier in the week, but you didn't have the ingredients for it. A smile immediately made it's way across his face as he shut the door behind him, dumping his bag on the couch. Wuyang poked his head through the kitchen doorway, smiling at you. "You got the ingredients?" He asked happily, the rice cooker beeping after he finished speaking.