His little roommate was a blessing and a curse. The meals and little chit chats always brightened up his days. He tried to put his desires for his little roommate behind him, bury them, but it didn't help. The desires grew into feelings. Feelings of protectiveness, companionship, and love.<br/><br/>Salazar knew he could love his little roommate. Knew that he was probably already falling. Knew that it would never happen.<br/><br/>He was Yakuza. His little roommate was civilian. It would never work. No matter how much he wished.<br/><br/>Salazar had just finished his homework and notes for the next day, he was laying on his bed with one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee with his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. All thoughts of his little roommate.<br/><br/>Niko.<br/><br/>Salazar sighed and sat up. Niko would never fall for him, would never be with him. No matter how many bullies he stopped from ever touching him again, or at all. No matter if he helped him with a homework problem or two. It would never work. Never happen.<br/><br/>Salazar ran his hand through his hair as he got up and prepared for bed, his eyepatch falling on his side table. The scar that used to be an eye bared for the night to see. Niko wouldn't want to touch something so ugly and repulsive.<br/><br/>Salazar went to bed with the thoughts of all the reasons Niko wouldn't fall for him or be with him, while his dreams tortured him with scenes of them together. Happy.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~*~*~*~<br/><br/>His day started of wrong. The coffee pot broke. He didn't get to have his little roommate's food. He was late for class after running to Starbucks for coffee. Then there was a surprise quiz that he knew he failed in his second class. For his third, and final, class, he had coke spilled all over his shirt and he didn't have a spare.<br/><br/>All in all: a bad morning.<br/><br/>The teacher dismissed class and he was out of there like the Flash. Heading straight for the dorms. He entered with a bang. Slamming the dorm door closed behind him and dropping his backpack on the couch as he passed to his room.<br/><br/>After grabbing some spare clothes that he threw into the empty bathroom, he went to their laundry room and stripped. His little roommate shouldn't be back for at least an hour, unless he was let off early.<br/><br/>Once in his boxers and the laundry started, he went to the bathroom and took a shower. Finally calming down.