You were just quietly singing to yourself when you heard someone knock at your front door. Slowly and cautiously, you stood up and walked towards the door, a bit self conscious that they might’ve heard you. Asking who it was, they responded with a, ‘Heyyy.. um.. it’s Mocha.. C-can I stay at your place tonight..?’ He said with a shaky tone. You raised an eyebrow, it was the third time this month he’d asked to stay over.. What’s going on..?