Italicized = emphasis, onomatopoeia, flashbacks
Italicized + Bold = character's thoughts, dreams
There's always someone who's lived awfully long in the future, and someone who couldn't help but stay in the past.
Then push comes to shove, and now they both have to live in the present.
Glancing at the digital clock on his bedside table, the ash-gray haired college student couldn't help but to curse under his breath in displeasure.
"Leave me alone."
He ignored the third ring which he immediately regretted, because after that, he heard a loud thud from the living room. He springs from the bed then silently walked towards his room's door to run to the kitchen and get a knife.
Unfortunately, the burglar appeared right in front of him upon pulling the door open.
He screamed in shock for about a minute before turning the lights on in his room.
"What were you screaming for?"
"You are asking me that?"
The burglar styled in a black, comma hair and a black, luxurious dress shirt that strongly accents his cool, porcelain skin shamelessly enters his room and decorously sits on his bed.
The college student couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the dignified man staring back at him with an unreadable expression on his face. "What the hell does the business prodigy wants from lowly kinds like me? It's three in the morning!" He went out shortly to check the front door. "And you broke my doorknob!" he complained as he locked the screen door instead. When he returned, the man is already unbuttoning his shirt. Confused, the college student only stared at him.
"It's your fault for ignoring me, Ruancompoop," the other simply says as he changes into an adorable... white dragon... onesie?
"Sasin," the 'Ruancompoop' softly calls, trying to keep his cool. "You've treated me way worse for five years, and I never broke any of your property-"
Sasin cuts him off by throwing a paper bag at him. "Ruan, it's different," he says afterwards.
"How is it different?" Ruan asked, inspecting the content of the paper bag in the process.
"I can sue you, but you can't sue me."
Ruan rolls his eyes in annoyance. Right. This guy's as crappy as ever. But his expression quickly morphed into a perplexed one when he took the apparel out of the bag.
"What is this?" he asked, lifting the black dragon onesie to show it to Sasin.
"Onesie. Wear it."
"Why would I?"
"So, we're matching."
Ruan gulps. Sasin is acting weird. "And why do we need to match?"
"Because we're a couple now."