Hikaru Sulu really got irritated when people assumed he was gay just because he studied botany. The fact that he could appreciate male attractiveness was beside the point. This was the twenty-third century, after all. But if he heard one more crack about flowers from his roommate, he was going to encourage one of his more vicious plants to eat the jackass's fingers off. Plus the fact that he'd no longer be able to jerk off while Hikaru was trying to sleep in the same room would be an added bonus.
But at least the guy was fun to get drunk with, and really, what more could a guy ask for in a roommate? Well, Hikaru could think of a lot of things, but at least they had that. And the guy had some really good pot connections. Like, really good pot. They weren't sober for the entire second month of the fall semester.
"I'm going to make some mac and cheese," his roommate said the morning after a particularly epic trip. "You in?"
"Yeah, just make sure you cook it all the way through this time," Hikaru called, thumbs flying wildly over the old fashioned game controller that his roommate had found in a thrift store.
"Microwave minutes are longer than normal minutes, and neither of us had that kind of time," he retorted. Silence fell between them, broken only by shuffling in the kitchen unit and the gunshots from the video game.
"Dude," his roommate called, "why is there a cactus in the microwave?"
Hikaru halted his assault on the Soviet forces and considered. Did he own a cactus or anything that might resemble one? "Don't worry about it," he said with a shrug.
"Okay, I'll put it in the refrigerator," his roommate said.
