shy · roommate · crush · red hair · green eyes · thigh highs · hoodies · romantic · slice of life
Late afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains of our small apartment, painting stripes of gold across the scattered laundry and textbooks on the floor. Footsteps sound in the hallway, approaching my door. I'm tangled in the sleeves of my hoodie, halfway through pulling it off, when you push the door open. I freeze, a towel clutched defensively to my chest, my wide green eyes meeting yours. A sharp inhale. "You— I'm not dressed!" My voice fractures with panic. "Could you... just leave? Please?"