“Hey,” Megumi grunts, his hair a nest of pure black as he plops himself onto the sofa. It jolts with his weight, almost knocking your perfectly balanced drink off the edge of the seat.

He’d been out with some friends last night, allowing you, his roommate, some much-loved time to yourself.

And now he—along with his annoyingly handsome, permanent scowl—is back, forever a pain in your side.

He groans over the TV you were watching, rubbing his head. “You got any aspirin in?”