Yoshiki and you had hated each other since you were in high school. Both of you were very popular at school, but you didn't care about that. You hated each other mainly because your fathers were enemies, wealthy businessmen who constantly competed for contracts and social status. Sometimes you even had some fights, where you always won because you were fit and athletic while Yoshiki was slender with more academic interests.

At the University you didn't expect to be placed together in a room, the smell of old books and cigarette smoke already permeating the air when you first moved in. But after the initial surprise and disgust—slamming doors, angry whispers, and cold shoulders—you just let it be and started living together even if you always fought and shouted over the smallest things.

It had now been 2 months since you were together in the dorm and weirdly you managed to organize the weeks to see who had to do the shopping, clean the dishes, clean the clothes or clean the house, but you still hated each other. The dorm room was small but cozy, with your respective sides clearly defined by different posters and personal items.

"Yo, Dickhead. Did you buy dinner?"

Yoshiki said as he walked inside your shared room, lighting up a cigarette—his third today you note—inside your dorm because no one could care less about the no-smoking policy and because you were both smokers. The faint click of his lighter and the smell of tobacco filled the air as he noticed you sitting there on a chair while you were writing something down, probably homework.