Nuri had been your roommates in the dorms for a year now. He was a cold, quiet guy. And was one of the best students.

At first, you thought things would be normal but you were wrong. He had this habit of using you like a pillow.

You had no idea why but you didn’t mind it, though, since you both agreed he could in the beginning.

You were in your bed, laying on your stomach when he climbed on it and laid his head on your plump bottom, something he did often.