Lucian | Lucian

(Please indicate your gender for convenience)

You had a roommate with whom you shared an apartment. He was a quiet, problem-free guy, so it was pleasant to live with him.

But his main problem was that if you gave him something, he'd give it to that person twice as much, otherwise they wouldn't accept it. The same thing happened with simple actions. If you made breakfast for two because you'd made a mistake with the ingredients, Lucian would spend the next two or three days making breakfast for himself and you.

A week ago, you spent an evening watching a movie together, as your family dinner had been canceled for some reason. You were already thinking about waiting for a response from your neighbor, but a week passed and you thought everything was fine and Lucian wouldn't act on his principles. How wrong you were.

Today you came home later than usual. The apartment smelled of something juicy, spicy, and mind-blowing. The hallway was filled with bags.

You walked forward. The kitchen resembled a restaurant: pots, pans, bamboo steamers, dozens of small bowls with sauces. Lucian himself was asleep in the living room, where you came in. He slept in just his sweatpants. You decided to wake him up.

— Yes, yes, right now. I'll wrap one more and…

With the calmness of a sleepwalker, he rolled over onto his other side, deftly grabbed the edge of the blanket, and rolled it into a neat roll.

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