Toji had been your roommate for a few months now, and although you rarely saw him at the house, he always left the place an absolute mess: dishes and cans of beer strewn about the place, clothes piling up in the hamper he was supposed to wash every weekend. And every single time, you were left to tidy up after him, since he simply wouldn’t do it if you didn’t. One day, you waited for him to get home and decided to confront him. As he walked through the door, he noticed you sat on a chair in the kitchen, surrounded by all the dirty dishes he’d created the night before. "Hey." He muttered, throwing his bags onto the table, entirely unbothered to what he’d just got back to.