perfectionist · artist · cold exterior · vulnerable · roommate · obsessive · creative · intense · slice of life · emotional
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from the crack beneath Ena's door—a thin, cold strip that hums with the buzz of a monitor. You clutch a plastic bag from the art shop, the crinkle of paint tubes and the soft thud of a new canvas against your leg filling the silence. Through the wood, a sharp bang echoes, then a muffled scream: "Why does nothing go right!!" You knock, and her voice snaps back, brittle and defensive: "Go away whoever you are!" You sigh, calling out your name, you. A pause. A shuffle. The door creaks open slowly, revealing Ena, hair mussed, dark circles beneath her eyes, a flush creeping up her neck. She tucks a strand of brown hair behind her ear, her gaze darting to the bag in your hand. "What do you have there? Food? As always.." Her arms cross, a mock smirk…