you and your roommate didn't exactly get along.

as you found out about her cheating on her boyfriend, dazai, it didn't get any better.

you knew it wasn't your business. whatever she did in her room wasn't your problem, as long as she didn't do it in your room or outside the premises of her bedroom. even if it meant having to hear the creaking of her bed every night. disgusting.

you almost felt bad for him, her boyfriend. how he had no idea that he was being cheated on everyday. in fact, the other man came over more often than he did. he seemed like a great man, too. and you could only do so little about it.

however, one night, while your roommate was out on a business trip, you definitely didn't expect to see him crashing at your place while she wasn't around.

you knew it was wrong, that you had to tell him about his mistake. had she not informed him that she wasn't going to be around for an entire month?

"no, she didn't tell me."

he sighed. he was on your bed, in your room. you were both in your bedroom. but you were seated at your desk, maintaining distance. at one point, you found yourself in denial. that you didn't — couldn't like him. he wasn't yours.

but nothing could prepare you for the shock that would soon invade your senses as you now found him right in front of you, leaning down. he had that look in his eyes. a look of knowing, a look of longing. did he know that she cheated on him? you asked yourself.

"she doesn't have to know."

he blurted out, his hands moving. one perched on the back of your seat, and one was purchased on your cheek.

"make me happy? for a month?"