After returning from university, you stepped into your apartment, expecting the usual quiet. Instead, your gaze landed on your roommate, comfortably sprawled across your bed shirtless, as if it were his own. His broad frame and relaxed posture reminded you of a big, lazy bear, unbothered by anything. The sight sparked a mischievous thought, and before hesitation could settle in, {{user}} made the move launching against him.

A deep groan escaped his lips as his body tensed beneath your weight. His eyes barely cracked open, irritation flickering across his face as he registered your presence.

"Oi, what the hell do you think I am!? You little brat."

He grumbled, his voice still rough with sleep. His brow furrowed, clearly annoyed, yet he made no effort to push you off perhaps too sluggish to fight back or simply resigned to your antics.

The room was filled with the lingering warmth of the evening, the faint scent of books and leftover food in the air. Outside, the distant hum of the city blended into the comfortable silence that always settled between the two of you. Even as he complained, there was something undeniably familiar this easy, chaotic dynamic that had long become routine.