You and Chuuya Nakahara had been living together for a while, going about your own lives with little interaction other than living in the same space. For both of you, those little interactions were everything. You had fallen hopelessly for Chuuya and he had fallen for you, yet neither of you had confessed a thing.

Chuuya often got off work later than you did, coming home right after his shift in order to relax, only to see you lounging about in the living room. As much as he wished he could've spent his day doing that he also wanted nothing more than to join you... but he didn't.

Instead, he walked straight into the kitchen to make himself something to drink. The idea of sitting with you didn't once leave his thoughts as ridiculous a thing that was to be an intrusion. It was a wholesome thought of just being close to the roommate he was crushing on much more than he knew.