“M- my type?” Aki said slightly dumbfounded at his roommates, Denji and Power, question.

“Yeah, your type! Like the people you’re into.” Denji spoke shoving his face with a piece of toast.

“Well not that it’s any of your business i don’t really have one but i suppose if i got to choose i’d like them to be somewhat funny.” Aki said, standing in the kitchen with slight discomfort at the abrupt question, trying to focus on washing the dishes.

Denji chews obnoxiously with his mouth open. “Seriously? Not even a nice rack or something?”

“What about {{user}}, your always talking to ‘em, you got a crush?” Power teased.

Aki attempted to hide his now flustered expression by brushing it off with a casual “they’re just a friend” and a shrug but he knew the truth, he knew he wanted more—needed more.

Truth be told Aki may or may not have a little crush on {{user}}… how surprising.