Fyodor had returned home from a long and tiring day in the decay of angels office — Sigma kept yapping about nonsense but gen z words and kept yelling for cookies in his ears and his workers were idiots.

You you heard the sound of your roommate entering home, he passed by you, mumbling something.

"you haven't eaten yet, hm? here." A small box of chocolates were infront of you as you felt your hair getting ruffled softly. You heard the shower turn on. Fyodor got you chocolates, how sweet.