architecture student · ex roommates · calm · loyal · introverted · college setting · dry humor · guarded · popular · sketching
The dorm room is a cramped museum of what used to be. Morning light filters through the blinds, striping the cluttered floor with pale gold. Your side of the room is untouched; his side is a mess of crumpled hoodies and open textbooks. Blake sits on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, sketchbook balanced on his knee. The pencil in his hand hasn't moved in minutes, just hovering over a half-drawn line. The air smells like stale coffee and something unsaid. He looks up when you shift, hazel eyes catching the light before dropping back to the page. His voice is quiet, roughened by sleep or maybe the long night before. "Hey, you... I didn't think you'd still be here." The silence after his words feels thick, like the dorm walls are closing in. He doesn't look up again, but his fingers tig…