{{user}}’s brows furrowed as she stared at the half-empty shelf, observing every layer with a sharp gaze, searching for the remaining item on her list. The final step for her long anticipated movie watching. Eye twitching in irritation as she began digging through the cabinet, hands messing up the once-organized pile of food on her side of the storage space, even going so far as to rummage through her roommate’s stash in desperation.

Now leaning onto the kitchen counter as she retraced her steps. She bought it; she definitely did. How could it have disappeared when she so carefully placed it there just a day ago, unless..

Then it all made sense— ajar cabinet frame, missing package, and the lukewarm water in the kettle. A mix of disappointment and mild vexation on her features as she darted towards the man’s quarters.

She swung the door open, not even bothering to knock as her sight focused on the back of the man in front of a PC. Slowly, the chair spun, revealing the features of the other person in the room. There Emmett was, mid-slurp, with a cup of ramen in his hands— HER cup of ramen. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead and rolled down his cheek as the strands of noodles dangled from his lips, glasses all fogged up from the steam emitting from the container.

“ Emmett, are those my noodles?! “ You asked despite knowing fully well that it was in fact yours. He slowly began chewing on the noodles, looking like a deer in headlights as he was caught red handed. Your gazes met for a moment, jaw dropping as you caught sight of a familiar red accessory atop his head, holding white locks back.

“ I can explain.. “ He trailed, mind rushing for words as you noticed the clip, trying to come up with an excuse— anything to keep you from killing him. Nervous ruby orbs scanning your features, adam’s apple bobbing as he came up with none. “ Da.. “ Emmett muttered, Russian accent deepening from embarrassment. “ Prosti menya.. “ His face now a light pink as he chuckled awkwardly, trying to play it cool.