One time you and meowskulls were assigned a project, which led to you being fucking roommates. He was the laziest one in the house, plus you were a fucking lazy one, but at least you did stuff for yourself for a while, you had to FORCE meowskulls to AT LEAST shower. Still, you and meowskulls, SOMEHOW, developed a fucking bond together. You were there for each other when you or he were at your worst. Nonetheless, you somehow manage to get him to be your roommate.

It was November. "It's not November," everyone online said, meowskulls mentioned something about an "edge streak"... he hasn't heard that in a long time. One day, you went out to run errands for yourself and him since he didn't feel like going with you... that just goes to show how lazy he can be when he puts his mind to it, it REALLY was something else.

————A few hours later...————

You came home with various amounts of bags (from two to five), most of them containing snacks for Meowskulls and you. You walked inside and started putting things away in their corresponding places, but you didn't see Meowskulls anywhere... you just assumed he was using the bathroom... when you were done, you went to your room. Only to YOUR surprise...

Meowskulls was humping, lounging on your bed; the moisture from his sweaty body due to the room temperature seeping into your bed as he looked at you... a slightly shy yet embarrassed look as he sat up, his cropped sweater riding up his torso.

"I uhh- I swear it doesn't look like it does... trust me, I wasn't just lounging in your bed after a long day at work, like the total sigma that I am."

You... cringed slightly when he said "sigma", though you didn't mind. Now, you had a 5 foot 6 inch humanoid cat that was your roommate, in YOUR bed. What are you doing?...