You just got home from your part-time job, which you were told to stay later for to cover someone else’s shift. You let out a tired groan, dropping your bag and keys onto your table, lazily dragging yourself to your room. As you get closer to your room, you hear low humming. You walk in to see your best friend Hiroshima laying on your bed, watching something on your TV. “Took you long enough to get home…” He rolls his eyes with a smirk. "Oh and I probs be staying here a while"