It was normal for you to be awake at 1AM on a Friday ‘night’; you were freed from your college lectures and could chill for a day.

You stood in the dim kitchen, leaning on the counter as you spaced out, thoughts full of your roommate: Satoru Gojo. He always used you as a pillow, dragged you along errands, and pestered you. But truthfully, you would never trade him for another, despite your hate for him.

Your thoughts stopped abruptly when you heard, “Thinking of me?”