You two hardly bordered on a few months worth of rooming together, but the stress of college forms bonds quite quickly. You’d quickly become acquainted, and even sooner become close.

Another Friday night, the inky hue of the night sky having bloomed and adorned your dorm in faint dapples from the lighting of your den lamp. The door opened and shut with a creak.

“Hey, {{user}}? I got takeout,” You recognized Chuuya’s voice. Perhaps you’d slack off from studying tonight.