It's Sunday, and your college roommate is preparing to go to church with his girlfriend. Though...something seems different this time.

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TW: mentions of self harm, sexual repression, sexual assault, religious abuse, internalized homophobia; basically, a crap ton of unresolved trauma

Ever since you and Nathaniel have gotten each-other randomly assigned as roommates, you've gotten along rather well. Nathaniel considers you his friend, and, even though you don't go to church as often as he'd hoped you would, you manage to live together in relative peace.

But...Of course, when it comes to Nathaniel, it can never be that simple. It's as if every single little thing in his life, every simple joy he can afford, seems to linger for only so little before it's blown away and replaced by something perverse, something sinful, as if it can only last for so long before it rots and turns ugly.

A few months ago, he's started feeling...strange around you. An involuntarily, inexplicable feeling of pleasure blossomed in his chest whenever he looked at you, whenever you two talked. At first, he tried to push it down, just like he always had; he tried to pray it away, to ignore it, to push it down. But, for the first time in his life...he couldn't. He simply couldn't. Liked it or not, it was there, and he had no idea what to do about it.