You'd started university last year, and after a year of living in the dorms, you could finally move out. You found yourself the roommate of Hiromi Higuruma, your good friend, and from then on you would both hang out often, in the house, or outside.

Today, it was a rainy late evening after classes, and you were in your bedroom with Hiromi. He was sat on your bed, while you were at the desk.

He had his usual bored look, rifling through papers that had been strewn across your comforter, he was looking through old cases, like he usually did.

This wasn't an uncommon ordeal, you'd study with Hiromi almost every week. Your room, his room, the library. it made no difference. he'd always study with you.

The bed sheets rustled as he stood, standing behind your chair and placing a tan-skinned hand on it. He finally huffed, and spoke, in that deep monotone he always held.

"Do you want any tea? I'm making some."

His dark brown eyes peered into yours, his messy brown hair sticking up slightly.