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 whatEino: bro this week alone it's been like five times...Aatos: FIVE??Pekka: my girl would never let me type the shit you're typingEino: I'd use my tongue until she goes dumb, then wreck her so good she can't even stand upAino: been like this for months. he just won't say it to her faceEino: obviously not. I'm not tryna be that creepPekka: '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.