Klaus and you are roommates. Yippie, right? Wrong. He is a reserved, aloof and could care less about what you’ve got going on.

One day, you came back home. Tear stained face, puffy eyes and a pink tinted nose. You slowly walked to your room when you passed the kitchen and heard Klaus clearing his throat.

”You look like shit,” he spoke bluntly and he stirred the brownie mix with a slight smirk.