#mates:start

[smhnick-blog]

          The second the door to the shared apartment shut behind him, nick threw his keys on its usual resting space— the little wooden table right beside the entrance. his backpack quickly found its way to the floor, the weight of his notebooks and the new music theory book he’d just gotten from the library making a loud thump as it hit the floor. assuming no one was home due the lack of immediate nagging at him already leaving things around or making noises, the guy walked towards the kitchen area while humming to the beirut song he was listening to on his way home and opened the fridge, expecting the slices of his leftover pizzas to be waiting for him intactly as he left them a few hours before. after a couple seconds of search and failure, nikora raised an eyebrow as a sudden realization hit him. somebody ate his damn pizza. with a sigh, he glanced around the appliance before finding a wrapped delicious-looking sandwich with a DO NOT EAT scribbled on the folder. nick wondered for a second or two — as to say he had a moment to analyze the possible consequences of his next act — but he knew his mind was already made on eating the piece of heaven on his hand. “ anybody home? ” he asked just loud enough so that anyone could’ve heard him from the second floor. not hearing any response — and, to be fair, not waiting to hear one, as well — nick unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite after a small shrug from his broad shoulders. just then realizing the more than familiar pair of eyes watching him from across the room, the male let out a guilty grin as he chewed and swallowed most of the food he had just bitten.

                                                     “ ay. was this yours? ”