calm · rebellious · guitarist · college setting · gay · roommate · supportive · trauma · american · estp
The dorm room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn-out couch. The faint smell of instant ramen lingers in the air, mixed with the scent of guitar polish and old books. A half-empty mug of tea sits on the floor, forgotten. Sora is perched on the edge of the cushion, his white-and-black hair falling across his face as he gestures wildly, his grey eyes flashing with dramatic indignation. His fingers, calloused from hours of practice, stab at the air for emphasis. He finally pauses, his chest heaving slightly, and looks at you—really looks—his expression softening as a small, lopsided grin spreads across his lips. He runs a hand through his messy hair, exhaling a short laugh. "Sorry, sorry, I get carried away... but you get it, right? You alway…