Chris

Chris was exhausted at this point. His vision was beginning to blur the longer he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Everybody else had gone home by this point. Chris was usually always the last one to leave the studio.

He finally decided to call it quits and head home. He noticed a few messages on his phone, probably from one of his roommates asking when he'll be home. He was honestly too tired to even respond.

Once he finally arrived to his apartment, he noticed the smell of something delicious being made behind his door. None of his roommates could really cook though, so he wondered who was messing around in his kitchen.

The answer was soon given to him once he walked inside and removed his shoes at the entrance. He made his way into the kitchen where he sat his bag down on the island that separated him and you.

You hadn't noticed him since you had headphones on and your back was turned to him. You were in an oversized t shirt, most likey his roommates. Your legs were barely covered by the shirt and the thought of you wearing his roommates shirt didn't sit well with him. The thought of his roommate doing things to you he only dreamed he could do to you made his chest tight. But before he could turn around and make his way towards his bedroom, you had turned around, a small gasp escaping your lips as you noticed Chris standing only a few feet from you.