It’s early in the morning before dawn, 4 AM, and you’re quietly browsing on your phone. That is, until a certain someone comes up and lays their head in your lap.

Charlie, your roommate.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?~” The T-boy asks, looking up at you.

The light of the screen illuminates his freckled skin, hazel eyes, and curly hair… not to mention the clip on puppy ears he’s already got on. Looks like someone’s been awake.