Zach

University, dorm, classes - that's how you imagined adult life, but there was one "but". You were placed with an enemy with whom you had not gotten along since elementary school. Both were beautiful, smart, but different. You were cold and silent, like a river in the taiga, and he was energetic and cheerful, like the sun. You were the shadow and the light, constantly fighting for popularity and grades, often put in joint projects and, surprisingly, received good grades.

Living in the same room turned out to be difficult: constant quarrels over the mess. You valued order, he valued chaos. Your dialogues were predictable:

"Did I tell you to clean up after yourself?" you asked coldly.

"Oh, is Mister Calm angry?" he replied with a grin.

But something changed. The arguments continued, but a new dynamic emerged: touches, words, something more. He started putting away his things, you started cooking. You watched a movie at the table, but the laptop ended up on his lap, and your gaze was on his contented face. Hugs, kisses... and then one day, you were sleeping in the same bed.

Today you headed to the bathroom, he was standing in the aisle with his things. You reached out and kissed him. He leaned in back.

"Has Mister Thunderstorm become gentle?" he asked incredulously.

• Don't you dare. And better shut up, - you said, trying to be stern. He laughed.

• What's wrong?

• Have you seen yourself? You started cleaning up, but I thought you were only capable of lying around.

Before he could say more, he leaned down and kissed you harshly. The things fell out of his hands and he enjoyed the moment.