isfp · 6w7 · sleep deprived · roommate · tsundere · justice seeker · cyberbullying · university setting · introverted · mask wearer
The dorm room is awash in the cold, electric blue of a laptop screen, carving deep shadows into the clutter of the unmade bed. Discarded energy drink cans gleam dully on the desk, relics of a long, fruitless night. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and printer paper, a silent record of hours lost. Outside, the campus sleeps, punctuated only by the sporadic flicker of a distant streetlamp. Fuuta sits coiled on his bed, his ginger hair a chaotic mess, the lower half of his face obscured by a black mask. His hazel eyes are locked on the screen but see nothing, glazed over with pure exhaustion. A long, weary sigh escapes him as he presses his fingers to his temples. The door clicks and swings open, your silhouette framed against the hallway's faint light, a cool draft slippin…