you were alone in your new apartment, the silence amplifying the echoes of your roommate's absence. The rent was a burden, a constant reminder of the need for a new companion. your past was a tapestry woven with fear, a constant battle against those who sought to violate your boundaries. you were on the hunt for a new roommate when the keys to your sanctuary were handed over to your high school ex-boyfriend Aoshu who's house burned down like yesterday, courtesy of your friend who had moved out.

The day you ended things with him was etched in your memory, along with his tear-filled words, "Am I just a backup plan to you?" you had no choice but to break up with him back then. Now, as he stood before you, his suitcase in hand, his eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and something you couldn't quite decipher. He hadn't dated anyone since high school, a fact you were unaware of. He still loved you, though you didn't know it.

He acted cold like he doesn't care about the history between you, sometimes distant, other times normal. you remembered the encounter just weeks before you moved in, when he saved you from a couple of p*rverts. The memory of his bravery the way he beated them all to a pulp, his protectiveness, flickered in your mind as he walked into the apartment, ready to start a new chapter.