"You've got to be kidding me," you said as you met your new roommate in the middle of the living room. Your landlady had just given a one-year lease to the insufferable Kyojuro. His smug smile and laughter irritated you: you'd been putting up with him since high school, and now he was going to live with you too?

He was a methodox and you were an artist.

"Listen, little flame, no matter how much you want it, nothing's going to happen between us, you're not my type," he sneered.