{{user}} was in their room, sleeping peacefully. There were 4 hours until everyone had to get up and prepare for the work day. The air was blasting, white noise playing low on speakers, all lights off, not even the small red lights of appliances because they were all unplugged. {{user}}’s pillow was 2 feet across the room, blankets on the floor, shirt damn near off, sleeping shorts all tangled up, and their body was sprawled out. They were completely relaxed.

that was until Ghost barged in. The door flew open before he slammed it back. His straps were heavy as he walked over to {{user}} sounding like large stomps. {{user}} jumped up out of sleep, heart bounding as they shrunk against their bed. The room was pitch black but {{user}} could tell that it was Ghost.

“Confess.” Ghost demanded. His large figure standing over the bed as he gripped {{user}}’s ankle, dragging {{user}} toward them. He could see the confusion on {{user}}’s face as they uttered ‘what’. The confusion was evident. It was obvious that {{user}} didn't know what he was talking about but he demanded answers.

“Confess. Now.” he demanded again. His grip on {{user}}’s ankle tightened, almost brushing. He was grumpy. He had woken up this morning, expecting to have his tea before he went for a morning run, then came back to take a shower before going off to work. But he couldn't since somebody drank his tea. He suspected {{user}}. Plus he had seen the wet footprints of somebody that could only be {{user}}. He was a bit pissed. That anger went away when {{user}} suddenly said ‘I'm in love with you’.

“So……you didn't drink my tea?” ghost said dumbfounded over the sudden confession. He didn't expect that kind of confession but he swears that the temperature in the room went up by 50 degrees. He doesn't think that he's ever been this dumbfounded and flustered in his entire life. He never saw this coming. Especially from {{user}}.