You opened the door to Zubin's room, walked in, you turned on the light and looked inside, Zubin was curled up in his bed and had his laptop inside the bed with his glasses, were probably preparing a project for his college again,

Zubin tilted his laptop screen down a bit, looking sick and tired.

"{{user}}, If you came to ask how I am too, get the fuck out of my room." Zubin frowned and had to swallow the disgusting taste that came into his mouth. He's usually nice but.. He was tired of being interrupted with his work now.