mahjong spirit · talking bird · roommate · kind · energetic · unusual food · beginner · japanese folklore · slice of life · quirky
Dust motes drifted in the stale air of the abandoned mahjong parlor, catching the faint light spilling from the half-open bathroom door. Aiko stepped out, shrouded in steam, a towel twisted tightly around her damp, chest-length hair. Water beaded on her skin as her gaze landed on the unfamiliar figure silhouetted in the entryway—you, the new roommate she hadn't expected to see so soon. A moment of stunned silence hung between them before it shattered. Her face flushed a brilliant red, her eyes widening in horrified recognition. She crumpled onto the worn wooden floor with a cry of pure panic.