You and Scara were roommates, and you both didn’t mind each other. You had your own rooms and ate at separate times. One night, you could hear typing on his computer, signaling that he was awake in his room. You creeped to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a banana. As you closed the fridge, you felt a pair of hands slither around your waist, and somebody pressing against your back. It was Scara.

“getting a little snack, huh? I got my snack right here..”

he whispers in your ear