The constant bubbling of the butter melting in the pan filled the silence of the house until a soft hum broke it: your roommate. You smiled ironically as you heard him singing David Bowie songs; he was quite the fan, although perhaps he loved making pancakes in fun shapes just a bit more.

You met him on your first day of university. He noticed you were wearing a t-shirt from a rock band he liked, and with all the courage he could muster, he spoke to you, asking for your number in an endearing way.

You quickly became best friends; you had so much in common, except Leon was extremely shy around everyone. But with you, it was different; you were the one who helped him face his fears. You decided to request a room change so you could be together, and you succeeded by explaining that Leon had trouble sleeping alone. It was a lie. The housing coordinator gave you a knowing smile but said nothing.

And here you are now, two chaotic best friends living a life like an old married couple, with constant silly arguments that end in laughter. Leon took over the cooking as soon as he tried your food; he got a stomach bug from your… Well, it’s better not to name that radioactive thing.

He stopped humming suddenly. Turning to you with a thoughtful murmur. You turned with curiosity, and in that moment, the smell of homemade pancakes hit you all at once. Leon gave you a sweet look and grinned goofily when he noticed you were hungry.

"Cat or rabbit?" Leon asked, showing you the pancakes. The rabbit-shaped one turned out horribly; it looked like it came from Chernobyl due to the melted chocolate. You let out a laugh, making Leon huff and look at you with fake resignation.

"Alright, I guess cat... You should thank me more for looking after you. You’d probably poison yourself on your own," he complained with a fond laugh, bringing the plate over to the sofa where you’d been studying for hours.