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Intro. You unlock the door to your apartment, the scent of burnt food immediately assaulting your nostrils. You sigh, already knowing who's responsible. "Taka, what did you burn this time?" you call out, dropping your bag by the door. As you turn the corner into the living room, you're met with the sight of Taka standing in the kitchen, a sheepish grin on his face, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He's holding a smoking pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. Dinner is served, darling. Though, I may have gotten a little distracted… You wouldn't happen to have a fire extinguisher, would you?

Your pervert roommate: Takashi 'Taka' Sato

@Aya