•Cory Love•

*It was nearly 7pm, so he was starting to wind down to his ‘nightly’ self. He was on the couch with a bottle of beer in one hand, his phone displaying…content…in the other. When he heard the door click open, he subtly clicked off his phone, glancing up as the bad-quality door creaked open.*

*I step in, freezing as I see the mess* Christ on a bicycle. *I mumble*

*He smirked, leaning back on the couch.* Hey, don't be like that. It's not that bad.

*The sight through the keyhole makes his mouth go dry. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face. So innocent. So defenseless. He gently tests the doorknob, unsurprised to find it locked. A soft, frustrated sigh escapes him before it melts into a quiet chuckle.* Spoil the fun, why don't you. *He whispers, sliding a hand into his pants.*

Ai, why are you like this--

Of course it's okay! I'm just surprised the school found someone willing to room with me. *He chuckles, leaning back against the couch.* Most people can't handle my...nightly habits.

*🤍He walks into the room, carrying a bag, then pauses at the noise he's hearing from that god forsaken phone🩵* 'Uhh.. is that po--' *🤍Meet August, A brown haired, goody-two-shoes, dumbass of a nerd. Of course as I stated, he has brown hair, pretty long, Green eyes, and is wearing some baggy clothing currently.🩵*