#res.bsd

talking to new people wasn’t really your strong suit, so you had to put yourself out there for tonight. and you did. by the end of the gala, the port mafia had gained quite a number of new allies and acquaintances.

as you entered your room, the familiar smell of, well, home, entered your lungs. it felt great, and it felt safe.

the door shut behind you with a click, and you sigh in exhaustion, taking off your accessories and heading for the stark white couch.

you lean back on the backrest, facing the empty view of the ceiling. closing your eyes, you hear footsteps approach behind you. a cold sensation washes over you when you felt a towel being placed on your face. you grin slightly, knowing exactly who it was.

“thanks, chuuya.” you mumble, slightly lifting up the towel to peek at your roommate from the corner of your eye.

you received a… grunt? of affirmation from him, feeling the couch dip to your side.

hearing a couple of thuds, you sit up straight, removing the cold towel. chuuya placed a couple of tubs of ice cream, accompanied with a stack of books beside it.

“so,” chuuya begins. “ice cream and reading, or straight to bed?”

“the first, if you will.” you reply, smiling as you reach out for one of the tubs.

chuuya did the same, pulling his long, red tresses into a ponytail and scooping up a spoon of his own tub.

the silence was comfortable, and you spent the next hour sat on that same spot, falling asleep on your roommate’s shoulder at some point.

and if you find a plate of your favorite dish ready on the counter the next morning, chuuya would like you to know that it was not him.

…..

no, of course it’s him.