You walked to the kitchen stopping to open the living room window, you could see your roommate of 2 years Mia Torreto stressing in a chaotic circle of open textbooks, trash, and brightly colored pens. Wearing the same clothes she went to bed in the previous night. A cute pink button up set currently unbuttoned and half off showing her stained grey sports bra with her hair all over the place a backdrop to her glassy eyes she was forcing wide open to stare at 2 open textbooks on her lap.

You think coming back to school at the ripe age of 29 would give her (and you tbf) better studying techniques but the age old all nighter had a pull few could resist. She had a big test today around noon from what you knew, it was more than half her grade.

You got why she was stressed there was a lot riding on this. Not just hundreds of thousands of student loans but pressure to keep the people she loved proud. You felt it too.

You both connected in a mandatory ethics class, the only actual adults in a room of 23 year olds you both felt prehistoric. It was a fast friendship that turned to roomies when you guys found out the incentives colleges give for students to live in the schools housing. You had lived alone before while she was only used to her older brother.

As you walk behind her you gently move the stray hairs from her sweaty forehead your eyes shift to the obscene pile of red bulls on the couch a blaring hint to why she’s so warm and vibrating. “hey hun let me make you some pancakes yea.” You gently whisper to her speaking firmly so as to not spook her. You doubted she had much if any sleep at all.

You pat her shoulders humming when she mumbles something about a domain visiting today.

The tv low enough for the screams from the actors to be barely noticed was on more to provide light to the otherwise dark room than actually be watched. Some race car telenovela that only had 3 sets the tracks, a garage, and a mansion. You preferred ‘Siempre te amaré’. Your Spanish isn’t advanced enough to pick up much beyond ‘iloveyou’s and ‘youcheatingbastard’s but Mia would give you the general gist and some universal context clues helped. The main guy was kinda cute so you got by.

Today was your day off no classes no shifts so you were already wanting to make a real breakfast. But seeing the state of your roomie only justified your want. The apartment filled with the clattering of pans and the smell of bacon. You put that in the oven first and moved around to make the hashbrowns.

The gentle morning was a testament to life, you were probably the only one awake in the building well Mia was up with you but with the way she was swaying in the still air you doubted she counted.

She had shuffled into the small kitchen sometime after you shredded the boiled potatoes.

“Please yn there’s more holes than fabric.” Mia mumbled laying her head on the cool wood table. She of course was talking about your favorite at home outfit. Your oldest sports bra practically sheer with no actual support for your big boobs and faded flannel pajama pants with a long hole down the inseam showing off your plush inner thigh. With only a weak bra and old ass pj pants on, it left your plush stomach free to the chill morning air.

“I’m not doing anything today. What I need to be dressed for?” You argue shrugging as you flip a pancake.

Not matter what your mom or Mia said you knew you didn’t have a problem. In fact you were basically saving the planet you know keeping shit from the landfalls.

She giggles “oh don’t even start that bullshit with me” She lazily points her still manicured finger at you “I know for a fact you have holes in you work clothes too”

You bend forward meeting her at the kitchen table level and shake your head playfully and slowly say “I mend those.” You laugh “Those don’t count!”

Mia snorts softly shaking her head.

“And it’s not holes plural just one big one.” You clarify sitting down with your plate you softly thank her for passing the syrup.

You set all the pans in the sink to soak, the general rule of the house was cook doesn’t clean if they cook for everyone. Mia had mostly picked at her food kinda nauseous before taking a much needed shower so you put her leftovers away in the fridge making a couple more plates for lunch for the two of you.

bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!

You jump almost pouring your glass of orange juice down your cleavage. You look to the clock it was 7:30 and groan slamming your glass down you stomp to the door whisper-yelling at the assailant to knock it the fuck off. Only one asshole knocked on the door like the fucking police before 9am.

Curses fall from your lips, mouth pulled into a snarl “Swear to fucking god Ely if that’s you I’ll-“ You yank open the door uncaring of your exposed skin fucking Ely can cry and whine til the fucking sun ends about your fatass for all you cared banging on the goddamn door at 7 in the fucking morning like this.

You open the door already staring down to look Elys shortass in the eyes only to look straight at… some randos pec.

The rando was handsome even dripping in blood. His shirt was torn revealing one of his pecs and some of his abdomen. Congealed blood surrounded an open wound on his forehead and a blackeye was starting to form contrasting vibrantly with his tan skin.

He was tall even at the angle he was leaning to avoid putting weight on what you assumed was at least a sprain. Rich brown eyes lazily opened hazy with pain stared at you amused. He was muscled in a way you knew came from work from use then lifting weights at a gym with a small stomach that guys could get away with.

And a nose that looked more and more familiar the longer you gawked at him.

Pretty dark eyes angled down looking at your…

You laugh shrilly turning your body slight away from the open door gathering your low hanging boobs in your left arm pushing them to your chest making them more pronounced yes but hiding your nipples from the hot rando. You wished you could pull up your pjs and cover your plush stomach but you couldn’t do that without lifting the hole in your leg higher and flashing your full bush.

“Do you need something?” You ask incredulously face hot with what you hate to call shame. Nothing was really being shown he couldn’t actually see your nipples you had every right to show off your stomach in the comfort of your own home.

His dark eyes look up meeting your eyes with no shame smirking he lifts his thick bicep suppressing a pained sigh when he flexes. He leans against your door frame leaning down toward you“ima here for Mia.” He murmurs softly “Mia Torreto, her last letter said this was her address?”

You tense he didn’t seem dangerous or anything besides the ogling that truthfully you found more flattering than you probably should’ve. But someone coming to your door early friday morning far too smug for someone with a blackeye and blood dripping down his shirt seemed to be nothing but trouble. He’s fine trouble though.

You can count your friends on one hand and Mia was apart of that group. You didn’t want someone barging in and adding stress to her on such a big test day.

He laughs a little breathless tipping his head back and breaking eye contact showing off his Adam’s apple bobbing “I’m Dom.” He adds on, voice low “Dominic Toretto. Mia’s older brother.”

Oh. Two years in and this is how you meet the infamous Dom.

You laugh shrilly turning your body slight away from the open door gathering your low hanging boobs in your left arm pushing them to your chest making them more pronounced yes but hiding your nipples from Mia’s fucking older brother.

“Mia! Your brothers here!” You shout and turn back to the bruised man. You open the door wider and sweep your hands in a come inside gesture.

He mutters a thanks as he limps inside. You try not to hover over him you know little about the injured man Mia was pretty quiet about her life before starting the masters program you knew she had a boyfriend who was named Brian and an older brother named Dominic but preferred Dom back in California but beyond hearing a man’s voice every now and then those two didn’t really exist to you.

Which was probably for the best because if you knew her brother looked like this you definitely would’ve… done absolutely nothing about it.

Like who were you kidding you couldn’t handle him staring at you in your jammie’s let alone naked if you even got past a first date.

You eyed Dominic no Dom splattered in your creaking wooden chair large chest heaving shattering breath after shattering breath, not that Dom would be going on any dates with anyone let alone his sisters fat roommate.

Telling Mia her brother was in their kitchen woke her up more than a dozen cups of coffee in the world you heard her startle an ‘oh shit’ and a thud. Mia groaned and shouted through the door and still running shower ”I’m so sorry. I’ll right there” You had reassured her that it was fine and put a shirt on large enough to drape over your freed thighs.

Not willing to hide in your room and not wanting to be a bad host. You return to the kitchen set on doing the dishes. Something told you Mia wouldn’t have time to do them dealing with whatever family drama her big bro bought west. And you’re sure Dom would enjoy the quiet company.

With the lullaby of you cleaning your unexpected guest spread himself out into three of your four kitchen table set. Arms spread to the chairs on his sides his big hands gripping the back of the chairs maybe to ground himself you think.

His head is tilted back resting against the the head of the short chair. Which is kinda funny for you because really it’s just his back sitting on the seat his legs are clear out to the other side of the table. His breath comes out even, controlled as his eyes flicker beneath closed eyelids.

the yellow kitchen bulb made his skin appear a sweaty gold brows furrowed in pain, his breath came out in short puffs pink tongue wiping his cracked lips.

Mia was still rushing you could hear the clatter of her getting dressed still half asleep despite the panic while her older brother who lived thousands of miles away sat in your kitchen beat up and staring off into your living room.

“Hey” You break whatever punch induced trance Dom was in. Glassy eyes flick to look at you eyes moving around struggling to look you in your eyes. God you hope he doesn’t have a concussion.

You smile gently “I made breakfast a bit ago.” He says nothing still staring at you as if he could read your mind. “There’s some plates left in the fridge.” You shrug. “Do you want some?”

He’s quiet whether from his normal nature or the pain of being somebody’s punching bag. (Several somebodies, you doubt a man as big as him went down to one dude)

His eyes drop to stare a hole into your white kitchen tile, his pink tongue swipes his cracked bottom lip. Seemingly finding what he was searching for in the tile his dark eyes shift back to your face for the first time he manages to hold his eyes steady enough to look you in the eye since he sat down.

You swallow feeling more vulnerable now in your biggest shirt that swallows even your voluptuous body then in your beat up pjs “I could eat.” He whispers softly.

You nod happily moving away to reheat the food.

“Eat what?” You mutter snorting softly to yourself bending down to get the plastic ware you keep in the lowest drawer.

“You say sumthing?”