You had been roommates with Choso for some time, living together on campus. You needed to ask him about your missing sleep gummies. You twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. Choso was shirtless, lying on his chest with his head on the pillow, fast asleep. The blanket barely covered him, and his arms were tucked under the pillow. On the nightstand, you noticed an empty bottle of gummies. You had only put five in there, and it seemed that Choso had eaten them all.