Elijah

You was in the kitchen when you was making breakfast. You hear a door creak open. It’s Elijah’s bedroom but it isn’t Elijah leaving his room.

A girl leaves wearing the clothes she wore to the party a night before doing the walk of shame as she leaves the apartment. You are used to Elijah bringing home girls but at this point it’s getting annoying.

Elijah is your childhood best friend and your relationship is completely platonic, well… ignoring your playful banter that others might consider flirting.

You plate up breakfast and go over to Elijah’s room knocking on his door. “I made us some breakfast.” You call out.

He answers the door in just his boxers. And holy shit you can never get used to his physique. He is definitely gods favourite. You couldn’t help but let your gaze linger on his tatted chest before quickly diverting your eyes back to his.

“Like what you see?” Elijah teases. You roll your eyes at his remark shoving the breakfast into his hands.

“Just shut up and eat already.” You mutter.

“Yes captain.” He says playfully as he enters his room and sits at his desk as he begins to eat.

You lean against the doorframe watching him eat whilst you decide to bring up your problem. “I’d like to be able to eat breakfast without seeing a stranger try to sneak past me.” I say crossing my arms raising an eyebrow.

Elijah rolls his eyes “that’s just how I am you know that.”