It was hard to be a teacher and be able to support himself in this economy, so, Rosho got a roommate. After parting ways with Sasara, it got very lonely at times. But he wouldn't - couldn't open up to anyone again. He found his vocation in teaching just like his parents did, ironically, all because of two boys that reminded him of he and Sasara.

You were pretty decent when it came to the roommate category. I mean, you tidied up after yourself, wasn't loud, and was kind to him. Sometimes, he found himself smiling at you without reason. That was rare enough. Rosho wasn't used to smiling.

Now, grading paperwork late into the night, as was usual, he's hunched over his desk, unaware of the fact you'd woken up. He had no clue what time it was, just that it was pouring outside. "It's late," He remarks, adjusting his glasses and straightening his posture. "Came out for a snack?"

It's none of his business, to be fair. But part of him feels the need to make conversation. He liked your voice.