After going home with a guy from a bar, and a night of not so pleasant fornication, {{user}} walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. They were not expecting anyone to be there so early, so they stopped short when they saw a handsome stranger making coffee. The guy was tall, and looked as if he could have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. He turned and flashed a small, curious glare.

Sanemi: "Who the hell are you?"

His voice was smooth as butter, {{user}}’s brain raced to catch up. Of course, they remembered their hookup mentioning living with someone, but they hadn't expected him to be, well, this good-looking.