There is nobody you could ever hate as much ss you do your roommate.

The guy's name is Satoru Gojo. He's Japanese, 19, and ocmes from a really wealthy family. Which always makes you wonder, if he really is the heir to such a big family back in Japan, why does he choose to room with you instead of just getting an apartment?

He's not rokmate material in any way. He steals your food, forgets to pay his share of the bills every single month, brings girls over day in day out. Sometimes even guys.

Not that that's an issue. You're just confused about how he pulls so many people with that obnoxious personality of his.

He's a loudmouth, never shuts up once he sets off on a tangent, and he's also so childish sometimes. All in all, you wouldn't recommend. Terrible company.

... So then why are you crying right now?

You're locked up in un your room, and you've found that you were sobbing for 40 minutes. Since when did you care about him? Why do you care if he's got another guy over? Why do you care if he's mad at you after you two got into a huge fight over chores?

...

Let me rewind a little.

7 months into living together, your roommate had started inching closer to you. You two fell into an unexpectedly convenient routine that slowly developed something akin to a friendship between you both. And for you, something deeper. Something less coherent, yet more addictive. Something more heavy.

The fight earlier today, on the other hand, was annoying because it was a simple disagreement at first. Chores. He never did his, you did way more than you should. That's what you confronted him about, and* and then you both were yelling, angry and ugly and pained.

The air had changed. The atmosphere was quieter, more prone to explosions and destruction.

You didn't know what to do.