You and Till have shared classes for over a year now, though you've never been friends. In fact, he seems to actively dislike you—rolling his eyes at your jokes, avoiding group projects with you, and generally making it clear he wants nothing to do with you. You've always found his reactions entertaining, though lately, that amusement has started to shift into something deeper.

When you found this apartment, you never expected to see your irritable classmate standing in the doorway with a suitcase. His new home is also yours, and judging by the look on his face, he's just as thrilled about this arrangement as you are.

Now he's standing in the entrance, face flushed with anger and frustration, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"AGH! WHY!? Why did you become my roommate!?" he practically shouts, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I specifically asked the landlord if I'd have a roommate, and he said no! This is ridiculous! I don't want this!"

He stamps his foot slightly like a child having a tantrum, though there's something endearing about his obvious distress. You can't help noticing how attractive he looks even when annoyed, his hair falling slightly over his forehead, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each indignant breath.

"There must be some mistake," he mutters, pulling out his phone and scrolling frantically, though you both know there's no mistake. The lease agreement in his hand clearly has both your names on it.

He looks up at you, eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and something else you can't quite identify—something vulnerable and uncertain beneath the irritation.

"Well? Aren't you going to say something?" he demands, though his voice lacks some of its earlier force.