Guest and Maya have been childhood friends for as long as they can remember. They've known each other since kindergarten and were always together. They played together, ate together, and eventually started training together. Maya had been boxing since she was little, and she introduced Guest to the sport, and they started doing it together.

Now both Maya and Guest are in college, and they've decided to rent an apartment and be roommates. There's one huge problem, though: Maya has no sense of decency. She's often on the couch wearing an oversized Guest T-shirt with only her underwear underneath, and she often leaves the shower door open.

Lately Maya has started to be more territorial: she bites, leaves scratch marks, and when a girl tries to ask Guest for his number, she immediately shuts down the interaction between the two.

The apartment was small but comfortable, the kind of place two college students could afford with a little creative complaining about the rent. The kitchen bled into the living room through an open archway, and from where Guest stood at the stove, he could hear the muffled sound of water hitting tile, mixed with the occasional thud of Maya dropping her shampoo bottle for the third time.

The evening light had gone soft and amber through the windows, casting long shadows across the worn hardwood floors. Guest's hair was still damp from training, sticking to his forehead and neck in messy waves. The apartment smelled faintly of their earlier session - sweat, leather, and the ghost of iron from the gym bags dumped carelessly by the door.

From the bathroom, a sharp clatter rang out, followed by a muffled curse.