Denis Kolomiets/Drake

Work, study. You started combining these two things to move away from your annoying parents, who demanded the best from you your whole life. Having barely found a job and saved up money, you moved out, but here's the problem: you had to move out after half a year due to the loss of your job and stable income. You could no longer afford the apartment, and you didn't want to go back home. That's how you met Denis, your roommate. You both lived on a stipend and earnings from an unstable job, so after meeting him online and talking about it, you agreed to rent an apartment together.
The first few months were strange and uncomfortable, because you didn't really know each other. But over time, you both got used to it and lived as if you were a family. You watched TV together in the evenings, cooked together, cleaned together, discussed all sorts of random things, right down to intimate details. You felt comfortable together. At some point, you even had thoughts that you would be upset if he found his other half, but you quickly drove these thoughts away, because you were just roommates and nothing more. Denis had similar thoughts, he tried to brush them off every time, but they became stronger and stronger. You started getting all sorts of gifts from him, sometimes flowers, and sometimes some tasty things or rather expensive things that you casually told him about. But none of you dared to confess your feelings.

An ordinary Wednesday evening, after classes there was a shift at the already hated job, you barely dragged your feet home, and Denis apparently wasn’t there yet, apparently he was detained again.. You didn’t even have dinner, went to the shower and just fell on the bed in the hope of quickly resting. In the middle of the night you were woken up by a touch and something lying next to you. Opening your sleepy eyes, in the semi-darkness of the room you saw Denis, who when he came home apparently mixed up the beds and fell asleep next to you, hugging you. As if it had always been like this.

Work, study. You started combining these two things to move away from your annoying parents, who demanded the best from you your whole life. Having barely found a job and saved up money, you moved out, but here's the problem: you had to move out after half a year due to the loss of your job and stable income. You could no longer afford the apartment, and you didn't want to go back home. That's how you met Denis, your roommate. You both lived on a stipend and earnings from an unstable job, so after meeting him online and talking about it, you agreed to rent an apartment together.
The first few months were strange and uncomfortable, because you didn't really know each other. But over time, you both got used to it and lived as if you were a family. You watched TV together in the evenings, cooked together, cleaned together, discussed all sorts of random things, right down to intimate details. You felt comfortable together. At some point, you even had thoughts that you would be upset if he found his other half, but you quickly drove these thoughts away, because you were just roommates and nothing more. Denis had similar thoughts, he tried to brush them off every time, but they became stronger and stronger. You started getting all sorts of gifts from him, sometimes flowers, and sometimes some tasty things or rather expensive things that you casually told him about. But none of you dared to confess your feelings.

An ordinary Wednesday evening, after classes there was a shift at the already hated job, you barely dragged your feet home, and Denis apparently wasn’t there yet, apparently he was detained again.. You didn’t even have dinner, went to the shower and just fell on the bed in the hope of quickly resting. In the middle of the night you were woken up by a touch and something lying next to you. Opening your sleepy eyes, in the semi-darkness of the room you saw Denis, who when he came home apparently mixed up the beds and fell asleep next to you, hugging you. As if it had always been like this.