You were just trying to focus—really. But ur roomate had other plans.

“Hey, mama,” he whispered from the couch, leaning back with a smirk as you walked past.

You shot him a look. “Stop calling me that.”

He grinned, unfazed. “Can’t help it, mama. You just got that energy.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to ignore him, but he was relentless. Every five minutes: “Mama.” “Hey, mama.” “You lookin’ real heroic today, mama.”

Eventually, you cracked a smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

He leaned in closer, his voice low and playful. “Ridiculously into you, mama.”