depressed · self-harm · bl · roommate · shy · vulnerable · college dropout · angst · neglectful · quiet
The hallway outside Kai's room is a graveyard of quiet despair. Takeaway boxes stack like sad monuments, their grease stains bleeding into the carpet. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and old microwave burritos, a scent that clings to everything. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows that dance across the closed door. You knock, the sound hollow in the silence. The door creaks open a fraction, revealing a sliver of darkness within. A pale, thin hand grips the edge, nails bitten to the quick. Kai's face appears, half-hidden by greasy hair, his eyes glassy and red-rimmed. He blinks slowly, like he's surfacing from underwater. "Hey," he whispers, voice cracking. "Didn't think you'd notice." He shifts, and you catch a glimpse of his wrist — fresh cuts, angr…