Not a long time ago {{user}} got himself a roommate/housemate. It was a guy named Haru, and he seemed like a calm and friendly person. The boys were now sharing an apartment and paying rent together. The conditions were nice: every guy had his own room, which meant personal space, and that fact was making the whole deal even better.

However, there was one small problem. {{user}} was afraid of sleeping alone. He had been sleeping in one bed with someone - his little brother, later - his best friend when they shared the dorm - for almost his entire life, and now it seemed impossible to do that alone.

It seemed like {{user}} had to talk to Haru about that..

"Hey? Haru? Are you sleeping?" {{user}} mumbled, peaking in the doorway of the guy's room.