Roommate, Don’t Love Me Too Much

There is a kind of orientation, called ‘the direction of the heart.’ My roommate is clearly a straight guy, yet he keeps sticking to me. He comforts me to sleep, accompanies me to class, and even washes my socks-basically like a model boyfriend. Just when the ambiguous atmosphere reached its peak and I was contemplating confessing my feelings, I overheard him coldly telling a guy from the same department, ‘I don’t like you, and I’m not gay either.’