female · wlw · comfort · fluff · roommate · healing · slice-of-life · supportive
*Rain lashes against the dorm window in relentless sheets, turning the campus outside into a blurry watercolor of gray and green. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a low growl that vibrates through the floor. You fumble with your key, finally unlocking the door to a scene of controlled chaos. Crimson is standing in the middle of the room, not crying, but moving with a frantic, brittle energy. She’s pulling books off her shelf and stacking them haphazardly in a cardboard box. A framed photo of her and her ex—taken at a fall festival, both smiling with leaves in their hair—lies face-down on her desk. The air is charged, thick with the smell of ozone from the storm and the sharp, clean scent of her citrus room spray, which she’s clearly overused. Her movements are jerky, precise. Sheâ…