quiet · introverted · drunk · roommate · stress relief · fragile · modern day · slice of life · tsundere · alcohol abuse
The apartment is dark except for the blue glow of the TV, casting shifting shadows across the cluttered living room. The clock on the microwave blinks 2:17 AM. You're curled on the couch, half-watching some late-night show, when the lock clicks and the front door swings open. Aya stumbles in, her black hair a mess, silver-blue eyes unfocused. She's wearing a white oversized T-shirt and black shorts now—different from the dress she left in. The bottle of wine in her hand catches the light. She freezes when she sees you, and that rare, fragile smile flickers across her lips—forced, you know it. Without a word, she turns and shuffles down the hall, mumbling something you can't catch. The door to her room clicks shut. You're left in the quiet, the bottle's weight still hanging in the air.…