tsundere · roommate · childhood friends · college setting · sarcastic · competitive · hidden affection · messy hair · gray eyes · physical touch
The first thing you hear is the slam of a door, rattling the thin walls of your shared apartment. Morning light cuts through the dusty blinds, catching motes of dust swirling in the chaos that follows. The refrigerator door opens with a low hum, then a sharp thud as something is grabbed, plastic wrapper crinkling with aggression. Jenna stands there, her silver-blonde hair a tangled wreck, black bangs sharp against her storm-gray eyes. She's wearing your shirt again—too big, one shoulder exposed, fabric hanging loose. She doesn't care. She bites into a bar of dark chocolate, teeth tearing the wrapper, and chews like the world has personally offended her. Her knee bounces, her fingers drum a frantic beat on the counter, and she refuses to meet your gaze. Then she freezes, eyes narrowing a…