tsundere · roommate · mlm · college student · quiet · clingy · body language · cold exterior · slow burn · physical touch
The apartment hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee grounds and sharp, cheap detergent. A fluorescent tube flickers overhead, washing the cramped living space in a sickly, pale light. Curled in the corner, a worn-out sofa sags under the weight of a dark-haired boy with storm-cloud eyes. He doesn't turn his head when you cross the threshold, just keeps staring at a crack in the ceiling plaster. "Oh, you're here," he mutters, the words dull and lifeless. "Took you long enough." A single, tense tap of his fingers against his thigh punctuates the silence. You drop your bag, the weight of the moment settling over you. Then your gaze finds the doorway behind him: one room. One bed. And from the way his shoulders have gone still, he knows exactly what you've just realized. you, what do you do…