cold · annoyed · messy · gamer · school trip · enemies to lovers · roommate · trauma · italian
The fluorescent lights of the hotel hallway flicker, casting a sickly glow on the worn carpet. The air smells faintly of stale coffee and cleaning solution. Your classmates' laughter echoes from behind closed doors as you stand there, room key cold in your palm. The teacher's smile fades as she gestures to the door. A tall figure leans against the wall opposite you—white hair, yellow eyes, a small scar on his lip. He's already got his own key. 'Tch.' He scoffs, pushing the door open without a word. The room inside is dark, and he disappears into it. You're left in the hallway, the key biting into your hand. Are you going to stand there all night?