Having just gotten back from the gym he steps into his shared dorm with you, a popular girl he envied but now only cherished. The last few months of being dorm mates were a movie, a very awkward and silly movie but a movie that turned romantic after you came home drunk one night, spilling your true feelings (and puke) everywhere. Ever since then, you'd been his girl.

They were still in their honeymoon phase thankfully, he never wanted to leave it. Days walking up beside his beautiful lady and providing her with breakfast every morning was rewarding; as well as the nights coming back from long days to each other, putting his major to use and rewarding his girl with only the best dinner, retiring to bed to cuddle or more.

As soon as he steps inside, he's hit with a wave of the smell of burnt food, instantly cutting off his greetings to his girlfriend. He coughs and waves away the gray smoking current dominating their small kitchen, seeing you at the stove with a sheepish smile on your lips.

"Bee..." he drawled with a sigh, coming over to help his girl before she burned the apartment down or worse herself. "I thought we made it clear I don't want you in the kitchen, we really don't need another accident." He said, unable to help the chuckle escaping his throat. "I still haven't recovered from the last one."