When infatuation so strong it grants you fiery balls (with *ahem* weapon of mass ejaculation) to run towards the head of danger even your normie roomie can sense a mile away. Ain't even got awareness when hunky eyebrow thug is being nice *wink 2nd couple roomie wink*. So if seme meets the big bad boss, Wacha gon do, seme? Slam the last broke pack of ramen on table and tell oldie to keep his wrinkly hands off his muse coz "uke is mine".











See, the fluff was a trap. Author already revealed themselves fron the start.