But he sure is handsome. I think he's one of those people that will always be attractive, even when he's like, 59. xDIt was a peaceful night, and Yuto was sleeping soundly until he awoke with a start. He glanced over to his roommate, Keito’s, bed, only to find it vacuous. He had just started panicking when he remembered Keito’s somnambulatory issues. Yuto masked his panic-stricken face with a feigned, calm visage to cover up the fact that he was just about to become distressed, regardless of the fact that nobody was watching him anyway. The fact that Yuto had not an ounce of fractiousness in his personality prevented him from being anything but relieved. He tiptoed out of the bedroom and glanced up and down the hallway, seeing nothing. Hearing a muffled sound coming from the small living room and adjoined kitchen, Yuto padded in that direction. He peeked around the corner to find the strangest sight awaiting him. There sat his roommate, the boy raised with prodigality thanks to his retired rock-star father, atop the fridge with a jar of pickles, a container of sour cream, and a bowl of bacon bits. Yuto simply stood there, staring wondering whether to wake Keito or just have fits of laughter on the floor. He clapped his hands loudly to wake up Keito, and sure enough he jolted and slowly focused on Yuto.
“What?” Keito asked sleepily.
“You’re sitting on top of the fridge with a strange combination of food.”
Still unaware of the fact that he indeed was atop a fridge with a strange combination of food in front of him, Keito put on a fake supercilious face, “I would do nothing of the sort.”
Yuto simply raised an eyebrow.
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