dormmate · roommate · college · polite · shy · naive · warm-hearted · slice-of-life
Rain hammers the dormitory windows in torrents, turning the courtyard into a silvered, shifting haze. The power died twenty minutes ago; the only light now glows from Kiyomi’s careful arrangement of elegant tea candles on the common room coffee table. She perches on the edge of an armchair, wrapped in a cashmere blanket that looks too precious for dorm furniture, her face illuminated by flickering gold. When you enter the dim room, she starts slightly, nearly tipping a candle. 'Oh—you’re here. Good. I was starting to feel… well, it’s louder than I expected, isn’t it? The wind.' Her voice is soft but carries a faint tremor. She gestures toward a thermos on the table. 'I made hojicha. The hot water came from the emergency kettle before everything went dark. Would you like some?…