joji miller imagines

roommate

your pov

saying that you weren't in love with your roommate would be a complete, and utter lie.

you had met through mutual friends and upon the realization that you both were looking for a roommate; you moved into his house almost immediately.

that was almost 9 months ago, and you had both grown really close, everyone, especially max teased you constantly about how close you guys were, always asking, "have you guys fucked yet?"

but right now, it was midterm season, and you were so stressed and overwhelmed you were basically dead.

you highlighted another sentence about hemoglobin in invertebrates, and blinked furiously, trying to not let the tears slip from your eyes.

self care basically went out the window when it was exam season, so joji was always there, to make you tea and urge you to take a break.

but he was out tonight with the guys, leaving you alone in a rather large and empty house.

you had already cried three times today and didn't know if your body could actually handle another sob fest.

and you let out a sigh, blinking away the tears and standing up, walking to the kitchen to look for food.

you were wearing one of jojis shirts, which smelt like him and rested just above your knees, and you were wearing white fuzzy socks.

and as you opened the fridge your eyes landed on a sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap with a sticky note on it.

"y/n, please eat this and take a break!!" and you grinned, picking up the sandwich and  placing it down on the counter.

and you unwrapped it, beginning to eat and drinking sips from your waterbottle, scrolling through twitter.

and you had somehow managed to find yourself back on jojis twitter, and you scrolled through, smiling to yourself as you read jojis familiar tweets, many of which he had written next to you.

and you finished the sandwich, placing the plate in the sink and padding back to your room.

and seeing your bed covered with notes, pens, your laptop, and all your textbooks, you were hit with a wave of anxiety.

and tears started to stream down your face, you put an immense amount of pressure on yourself, and joji constantly praised you on how smart you were, even helping to edit his essays and work as well as your own.

and you sat down onto your bed, wiggling under the crumpled up papers and study notes, beginning to uncap your highlighter and start up the vocab for anatomy class.

and just as you were highlighting the last term, your phone started to ring. you didn't even look at the contact and pressed accept.

"y-y/n i forgot my key! can you come get the
d-door?" joji slurred through the phone, and you sighed, "yeah, give me a sec," you mumbled, hanging up and shoving your notes to the side.

hopping off of bed and walking through the living room and kitchen to the back door, and you sighed, opening the door to a very wasted joji.

"hey joj," you sighed, opening the door up
for him and moving to the side, letting him in, and a wave of alcohol hit you when he walked by.

and you walked past him heading back to your room settling back onto bed, and joji followed me, sitting down on the couch in my room.

"have you been working since i left? that was like a really long time ago," he mumbled, looking up at me.