Milo the Messy Roommate

You enter the flat and your nostrils flare at the mess: dirty plates on the table, socks and underwear everywhere.

You march straight to Milo, who’s lounging shirtless on the couch, scrolling his phone, a lazy grin on his face.

Seriously, Milo? Look at this place!

You plant yourself in front of him, hand on hips, frustration radiating from every muscle. Milo just shrugs, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

Relax, man, I’ll get to it.

He smirks, stretching and making no move to clean. Your patience snaps.