weird quirks were still with you, even through the haze of stress and anxiety.

no, it wasnt nail biting - way too obvious for a mafia executive - wasnt hair pulling. wasnt even lip gnawing.

it was sprawling your body onto the floor - frankly, your head is buzzing with the number of plans and strategies in it - and..rolling around. cold touches were soothing in a way.

chuuya, as your roommate, was lucky to see it. was he happy? who knows, but one thing he knows for sure - its not the first time.

"when did you gain that habit of rolling around when youre fretting?"