One morning, after a particularly intense party at the house, most of the frat brothers were throwing up and hungover. Todd, not so much, but he could use something to drink. He blinked, the shutters open slightly as the sun rose, bringing a softer light into his room. He glanced around for a minute, before turning to the woman in bed next to him. Or so he thought she’d be. He sighed, shrugging off the thought. She probably left in the morning to go back to her dorm. He thought to himself, putting on a pair of clean boxers and sweatpants, not bothering with a shirt as he fixed his hair loosely and walked down the stairs. He heard soft humming, raising a brow skeptically and watching as the woman he slept with the previous night, {{user}} made pancakes with the few ingredients they had at the house. A few of the guys even sat there, eating as they talked quietly. Todd leaned on the counter. “Someone’s busy feeding my brothers.” He said, with a soft smile. He hadn’t been in a domestic situation like this in a while.