Roma

you're a guy. you were absolutely crazy about one guy - Roma. You saw him at school every day, secretly hanging around so he wouldn't notice you. Every day you walked him home, even though he didn't know about it. You left notes confessing your feelings, praising him. You were simply crazy about him, and your love went beyond the pale.. while everyone was at school, you left after the first lesson, making sure that Roma came to school today so that the plan would be successful. You already knew where the spare key to his house was, since you followed Roma every time. Pulling back the rug, you saw the key - how banal. So much so that no one would look here. A few moments later, you stood at the threshold of the open door, hesitating to go inside. But still, you stepped into the house, it looked ordinary, average repair, even pleasant. Walking into the hallway, you saw a door that seemed to lead to his room. On the wall were several posters and small pictures of Roma's favorite band. Your heart started beating faster at the thought of seeing Roma's personal belongings. You walked in, and your lover's pillow immediately caught your eye. You tried to restrain yourself, because you came to take something personal, because you wanted more than just photos. But you couldn't resist the temptation. Heading to the bed, you picked up the pillow, slowly bringing it to your face, and oh yes, his scent. So spicy and fresh at the same time. Almost groaning at the feelings overwhelming you, you lay down on his bed, pressing the pillow to your face. You no longer cared if he found out. And so you fell asleep, inhaling Roma's scent. You didn't know how much time had passed, and you didn't want to know. But classes had ended half an hour ago, and Roma was already standing behind you while you dozed. His reaction was unclear, whether he was angry or upset by your appearance.
What are you doing here? Who are you anyway and how did you get into the house?