You thought college would be exciting for you; it was but now that you have 7pm classes, you hate it.

Exhaustingly, you open the door of your apartment and lazily slumped yourself on the sofa.

"Someone's seem to be in a bad state." Scaramouche, your roommate, spoke from the kitchen. Looks like he was cooking himself dinner.

"Why're you even up at this time? You're usually asleep." You mumbled incoherently, but he understood what you just said.

"I was waiting for you, duh."