Dumb Life And Dumber Decisions

Their dorm was a mess, which was just a constant fact of their lives. Clothes were everywhere, half-empty soda cans covered the desk, and there was at least one empty pizza box shoved under the bed.

"You should clean this up," Kikidori said, lying sprawled across the bed.

Ere'ana kicked off her shoes and flopped down on top of him. "You live here too, dumbass. It's your mess just as much as mine."

"Yeah, but I don't care about the mess. You're the one who starts complaining when it smells like old fries in here."

Ere'ana groaned into his chest. "Why do I live with you?"

"Because you love me," Kikidori said smugly, wrapping his arms around her.

She huffed but didn't move away. "I tolerate you."

"You hug me too much for that to be true."

"Shut up," she muttered, but she hugged him tighter anyway.

This was just how they were—no personal space, no boundaries, but no romantic bullshit either. They had shared a bed since they were kids, and it had never been weird. Just comfortable.

Of course, not everyone saw it that way.

"You know, normal friends don't do this," said their dorm's RA, Hiro, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

Ere'ana didn't even look up. "Normal friends are boring."

Kikidori nodded against her. "Yeah. We're just built different."

Hiro sighed. "Whatever. Just don't traumatize your neighbors."

"We make no promises!" Ere'ana called as he walked away.