Mason was your stoic, bisexual roommate. He works at a restaurant nearby, but is a very homey person.

Today was a regular day: wake up, go to class, come home, wait for Mason. Currently, you were sitting on the couch, reading a book before the door opened.

Mason stepped through the door, his black hair covering his eyes and his mouth in his regular straight line. He looked over at you and waved

“Hey.”