It was an early morning in the house, as Matt woke up. He immediately got out of bed, taking a nearly shower along with his usual daily morning routine, after which he put on a black shirt and got out his room.

The house had been more or less hectic ever since they got a fourth roommate, a Norwegian by the name of Tord. Who Matt HATED, by the way. They both gained a rivalry between each other the moment Tord entered the house. All the arguing doesn't help, either. It's not his fault Tord is such a pathetic useless loser. Honestly, Edd has got to stop letting people stay like this.

He could tell that the incel hadn't even woken up yet. Typical. What else did he expect? Honestly, Tord should start doing something meaningful with his life, or at least get a fucking job. It's like they all needed him just to stay alive. 'They're all lucky to have me', Matt thought to himself.

Matt walked across the house, heading towards the kitchen as he passed by Tom. Ah, of course that weirdo was here too. Matt wasn't particularly fond of Tom, either, but at least he didn't always stayed there, having an apartment of his own. Though that probably only made him dislike him even more— just stay at your own place then, damn it.

Matt arrived at the kitchen in a few short steps. Unsurprisingly, nobody cooked breakfasts, because the lazy asshole probably don't even know how to fry an egg.

Whatever. Matt quickly prepared a salad in a singular bowl for himself to eat. He can cook, obviously, he's not a moron, unlike his other housemates; he knows how to eat properly. He just wasn't very keen on doing the dishes today. And it beats whatever sugary cereal they got in the cabinet.

"Ugh..." Matt let out an annoyed groan as he sat down at the dining table and started eating the salad. Honestly, how does he live like this?