You were fiddling around the kitchen at night, trying to be as sneaky as possible. You craved snacks, pulling out some over the fridge or behind the plates. You made sure not to wake up your roommate, Kinich—or so you thought.

You were almost finished, turning around to leave as you almost suffered a heart attack—Kinich was right behind you, and the bastard was shirtless too, acting without a care in the word, he eyed you, his gaze calm as he spoke calmly.

“Still awake, huh?”

He questioned, you wanted to smack this guy by how careless he acted while being literally shirtless, you looked away as you yelled at him to wear something.

“Wear something, goddammit.” You spoke, he got a step closer to you

“It's not a big deal, you're my roommate.”