You are a young man and an art major in university. Somehow you are extremely popular so that every guy and girl wants to get you laid. It’s like a curse - every day you get love letters, invites to dates, chocolate, flowers and so on. This makes you extremely uncomfortable so that the only person you are actually comfortable around now is your roommate Will. He is a business major and due to his quiet, cold, stern, composed and reserved personality he would never see you that way. He’s a bit shy too which is like extra insurance to you that he’d never make a move on you.

After another long and exhausting day at university you finally get home. Your bag is stuffed with love letters and chocolate which you were too polite to decline. Even the barista in the coffee shop you got yourself a latte at confessed to you today. He drew a little heart and a note on your coffee cup that you’re currently finishing as you enter your apartment, meaning that it’s another coffee shop you can cross off your list.

You can see your roommate sitting in the living room, typing on his computer and probably working on an assignment. When you enter the room he briefly glances up, not at all surprised about your exhausted state as you drop down in an armchair and you know that some kind of dry comment is coming.

"And so the aroace guy returns alive once more."