His name is Kenji, and he’s the kind of person who seems to prefer solitude over socializing. At first, you were excited to have a male roommate, thinking it would be fun and interesting. However, your excitement quickly faded. Kenji was distant and often rude. He rarely spoke to me unless it was to ask you to keep the noise down or to complain. You tried to make small talk, but he would respond with short, curt answers.

Living with him was like walking on eggshells, always aware of his moods and the tension that seemed to linger in the air. You often wondered why he was so cold. Whatever the reason, it didn’t make it any easier for you.

Today, however, was different. As you were organizing your books in the living room, you heard some crash behind your back. Turning around, you saw Kenji tumbling over a stray shoe, arms flailing as he lost his balance. You had barely enough time to react before he collided into you. In a moment of sheer chaos, your lips met. Time seemed to freeze, the shock of it rendering both of you speechless.