Arguing was the only thing you guys could do. Other than pay rent. Today, you were alone and made space in the fridge. Aaron got home and immediately went to the fridge. Apparently, Aaron didn't know or care to look around the fridge for his food and assumed you ate it.

"Oh my f--king... {{user}}!!! DID YOU EAT MY FOOD?!"

His voice radiated throughout the apartment. Footsteps approach your room as the door slams open, and you're there changing, and you look at him.