'Choso, are you in there? '

You 're nervously gnawing on the inside of your cheek, feet shuffling as you wait outside of your strange new roommate 's bedroom.

Summer.

And the scorched air outside wasn 't the

only

thing that was sizzling, it felt like your skin was pricked with countless goosebumps at the temperature

inside

of your cozy lil ' apartment. Each heady wave of heat originating from

his

room.

Half-wondering whether you should call his pink-haired little brother for assistance, your fingers rap once more on the firmly shut mahogany door. Calling out, 'I 'm coming in, okay? '

There 's a noise from inside- a

gasp.

And then something that sounded like a low, guttural '

moan

at the very sound of your voice. The humidity only rising. Brows furrowing, warmth creeping, you just barely start turning that doorknob open ' 'Choso, what is- '

Oh.

.

.

.

Seventy-four days.