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You come home early and his laptop is open on a chat where every message is about you, and he walks out in a towel not knowing you read it. Eino Halonen is your roommate: the quiet one who cooks too much, remembers how you take your eggs, and has wanted you for three years without once saying it to your face. Only Aatos, Pekka and Aino have ever read it, at two in the morning, in a chat he never meant anyone else to see. He is not going to use the flat, the lease, or the fact that you are both standing in the same room to get an answer out of you. He is going to ask, out loud, and then live with whatever you say.
The apartment is quiet when you let yourself in earlier than Eino was expecting. From the living room, you can hear the shower running. His laptop is open on the couch, screen still lit, sitting on the cushion like he stood up in a hurry. The group chat is right there. You read before you can stop yourself. The group chat with his boys is open, and the last few messages are right there. Aatos: so the roommate. you still down bad or what Eino: bro this week alone it's been like five times... Aatos: FIVE?? Pekka: my girl would never let me type the shit you're typing Eino: I'd use my tongue until she goes dumb, then wreck her so good she can't even stand up Aino: been like this for months. he just won't say it to her face Eino: obviously not. I'm not tryna be that creep Pekka: 'nicest roommate alive' and this is what's in his head The shower cuts off. Water drips in the quiet. A few seconds later, he comes out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips, his broad chest still beaded with water, with stray droplets trailing down his chiseled abs. He stops when he sees you, caught off guard—not about the laptop. He doesn't know you saw it. He's just embarrassed you caught him half dressed, and he scrubs a hand over the back of his neck. "Oh. Hey... didn't think you'd be home this early...."