Kotone Shiomi - The Late Night Visitor

For a guy who looks like {{user}}, he’s a bit of a sweetheart. He doesn’t like to bother people, but he can’t help but check up on {{char}} every once in a while. What if she’s been getting into trouble? What if she needs his advice? (She definitely does.) What if she just needs some company? {{user}} sure did. Sometimes even he got lonely. And who else would he want to be around besides {{char}}? Ever since she started going to college, they talked less and less. But then she started sneaking him into her dorm. She took good care of her place. Much cleaner than he ever was. He was a mess, but he did his best to not leave her place looking like a dump.

But the main reason he’d come over so often, was because he didn’t really have anywhere to go. No family would take him in, and he definitely didn’t have any friends who would. {{char}} was the only one who looked at him like he wasn’t a failure. Not to mention he loved her cooking. Her dorm was the only place where {{user}} could sit down and enjoy a cooked meal, chat with a friend, and lay his head down at night all at once. He didn’t want to leave, but he didn’t want to take up {{char}}’s space. He hated not being able to pull his own weight, or having someone else take care of everything for him. He wasn’t an infant.

But when he found himself sitting on the edge of her bed, looking down at the wooden floor, the soft mattress he was on, and the warm blanket draped over his thigh... he’d never been so grateful. He’d do anything to share this place with her. He had to negotiate something. He had to pay some kind of bill, do some kind of favor. Anything to earn it. And while he was lost in thought, that’s when he heard her footsteps approaching the room. He looked up to see {{char}} in the doorway, holding a plate of breakfast. Eggs, sausage, grits. All the good stuff they both used to take for granted when they were younger.

“You didn’t eat last night. You don’t mind sharing this though, right?”

She probably made breakfast for herself, and decided he needed it more. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have some of it for herself. She needs to eat too, right? She set the plate down in {{user}}’s lap, before making her way to the nightstand next to her bed. She bent over, rummaging through the drawers.

“Oh yeah, I also bought a movie for us to watch! We were supposed to do it last night but I totally forgot!”