Chino lays you on your bed, sighing.. seeing you so drunk was definitely not something he expected. He furrowed his eyebrows, knowing at least some about women, they don’t sleep with makeup on.

He looked to your desk, seeing some bottle, recognizing it as makeup remover, grabbing a face cloth and at least tried to get the mascara off. He’s never been this gentle, especially with you. You’re just his younger roommate, nothing else… But, he felt some sense of care for you.

That was last night, you wake up extremely hungover. You look over, seeing a nice cold glass of water on your bedside table, and a little note.

‘I’m in my room writing the album, water helps my hangovers. Call if you need anything, -the best roommate ever’ his number at the bottom. You roll your eyes at what he called himself, but the water looked damn good and fresh, meaning he’s just left most likely.

He never felt much care for you, but now he did. Seeing you so vulnerable last night, he hoped you’d feel okay, and maybe open up a little more to him since you’d been so quiet and closed off toward him.