Dark quietly stepped into his dorm room, not wanting to wake his roommate Wilford. He was dripping wet with a single towel around his waist, having just finished his routine late-night shower.

      During his freshman year of college, Dark had stayed up late reading a novel for his English class. He'd therefore gotten into the shower around midnight and found himself alone with his thoughts. Ever since then, Dark would slip out of his room around midnight and take a shower.

     But it didn't take Wilford long to notice.

      About halfway through his sophomore year, Wilford had woken up to a string of profanities when Dark had tripped over something on his way to his bed. The journalism major had always had a knack for quickly figuring out what was going on, so it only took a moment for the towel, wet hair, and ungodly hour on the clock to sink in and Wilford to understand exactly what was happening. But being the gentleman he was, he hid the fact that Dark had woken him up and quickly went back to sleep. 

     Unfortunately, it became harder and harder as time went on for Wilford to stay a gentleman. He'd started to develop a crush on Dark at the beginning of their sophomore year, and no matter how much he tried to get rid of it, it was still with him when he began his senior year. But today, he'd finally decided he wouldn't take any more of this shit- he was going to man up and ask Dark out. 

      When Dark flipped on the lights, he was overwhelmed with how much pink there was standing right in front of him. His pink-haired roommate with a pink mustache and a pink and white striped suit was holding a pink bouquet of roses, and had cheeks dusted in pink. 

     "Dark... will you go out with me?" Wilford asked in a voice even harder to understand than his normal one.

      Dark raised an eyebrow. "Come again?" He asked, having not picked up anything in that sentence but his own name.

      Wilford took a deep breath. "Will you go out with me?" He asked again, trying to enunciate his words. 

     "Sorry... couldn't hear what you said... one more time?" Dark asked.

     "For fuck's sake- WILL YOU BE MY GODDAMN BOYFRIEND?" Wilford practically shouted, shoving the roses into Dark's arms. 

     Dark looked from the roses to Wilford to the roses and then, finally, back at Wilford. He gently placed the bouquet on his bed before dipping Wilford backwards and kissing him passionately. 

     Wilford eagerly kissed back for as long as he could. When they finally broke the kiss for air, Dark rested his forehead on Wilford's as he panted to regain his breath.  

     "So... is that a yes?" Wilford asked, breaking the silence. 

     Dark laughed. "What do you fucking think it is?" He chuckled, standing Wilford up. 

    "A..." Wilford trailed off as he noticed a towel on the floor. Blushing madly, he looked away. "Dark, your towel..." He mumbled.

    "What? Oh-" Dark blushed and picked up his towel, wrapping it back around his waist.

   "Take me to dinner first!" Wilford joked when it was safe to look back, and Dark couldn't help but laugh. 

     "I agree, going THERE would be rushing things." Dark chuckled. "But maybe one day~" He said, wiggling his eyebrows

    "I can't wait~" Wilford replied with a wink.