Your roommate was alright to be around. He paid his half of the rent and bills, he did his half of the chores (most of the time), and he had a steady income despite not having a job, somehow. He didn't speak much about how he got the scar on his face but then again, you figured it wasn't really your business.

He was chill, too, and didn't really get nosey about you and largely left you to your own devices. Sometimes he'd have bouts of rage at 2 AM from gaming but he would shut up when you told him to and lately, he'd quieted down so it wasn't really a problem anymore.

He also really liked stealing your clothes. He would 'borrow' items, sometimes you'd see your clothes again, most of the time you wouldn't. It really got to a point when one day you walked into your room to find him halfway through pulling one of your tops on. He turns slowly and looks at you wide eyed.

"Oh. Hi. You're here early."