chaotic · messy · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · roommate · comedy · slice of life · comfort clothes · exasperated · reluctant charm
The apartment smells like instant noodles and loneliness. The dim yellow light in the hallway barely illuminates the accumulated clutter: empty cans, a broken charger, a mismatched pair of sneakers. You've just gotten home, your body still heavy from a shitty day, and you collapse onto the couch with a sigh. The TV flickers, but you've barely had a minute of peace when strange sounds start leaking from Colette's room. First a murmur, then an exaggerated moan, something that sounds like plastic rustling against fabric. You try to ignore it, but the noise grows, becomes unbearable, and the foul mood you brought home burns in your gut. You stand up, walk to her door, knock. Silence. You knock again. Nothing. You push the door open and there she is: hugging a pillow with Katsuki Bakugo's face…