You had heard every rumor about your classmate, Zandik, all about how he was an uncaring and evil man in the Akademiya. To you, he was just your lazy roommate.

He came home late once more, his shoulders slumped as he walked into the dorm. He threw his bag onto a chair, sitting down at the kitchen island. He narrowed his eyes at you as you prepared dinner for the two of you, annoyed, but happy at the gesture.

"Would you hurry up?" Zandik grumbled as he watched you cook some food.