#IM SO IN LOVE IM NOT OKAY IM SO INSANE ACTUALLYJAJAKALAK

[garoujo]

roommates to lovers in which nagi doesn’t want to move in with any of his friends bc he doesn’t trust them one bit to not accidentally kill his beloved choki, so he posts a very lazy “looking for a roommate. qualifications: can take care of plants & will mostly leave me alone” on this house hunting social forum on a whim. (to his surprise lol) the post doesn’t get a lot of traction, most people thinking it a prank bc nagi didn’t even set a normal pfp, but you think it’s pretty funny when you come across it, so to feed the joke you snap a pic of your plants – green and thriving in your windowsill – and reply to him with a “can the fam come along?”

you get a dm in 5 minutes tops and the stranger’s like the room is yours and you’re like?? my brother in christ i don’t even know who you are or if you even have an apartment, which you tell him as such, more or less exactly like that, and suddenly you’re sent 20+ pictures, most of them of the (very nice, spacious looking) apartment, but your dumb, frozen finger can’t even swipe away from the first photo, bc it’s of him, of strange house hunting green thumb dude, who clearly just took a quick selfie of himself, white haired tussled from the hoodie over his head, big, teddybear eyes lit up from his phone screen and god fucking damnit he’s real and he’s fucking hot.

you move in two weeks later with your plant family (and then pine over each other for MONTHS before he dicks you down so good emmie i am in shambles)

why’d my stomach flip at the description of him. why does my body betray me like this. RIVER! RIVERRRRR!!!! FUCK! i want him so bad, the first time he opens the door to you + he’s a MESS! he’s like oh shit, pretty and knows he’s fucked. but i’m about to switch this around real quick, perv roommate nagi. who always somehow ends up accidentally sneaking back to his room with a pair of your panties after he offered to do your laundry. who makes sure his bed meets the other side of the wall yours does so he can hear your sweet little moans every night, stroking his cock to the sound of your vibrator — he didn’t tell you the walls were so thin. who always seems to coincidentally be out of his room, roaming the halls as soon as you’re finished your shower — tiny towel wrapped around your figure as he tries not to let his sleepy, lidded gaze drop to the swell of your tits and the way the water trails down your thighs wishing he could follow the trails with his tongue.