inanimate insanity · sentient object · sarcastic · tsundere · cold demeanor · hidden vulnerability · roommate au · strategic mind · trauma backstory · blunt honesty
The air in Hotel OJ's standard-issue room was thick and still. Your side remained orderly; Knife's was a disaster zone of grimy band shirts, discarded food containers, and pillows strewn across the floorboards. After a blistering argument where his razor-sharp retorts dismantled your every protest, you stood defeated, broom in hand, sentenced to clean his chaos. Knife lay sprawled across his bed, phone glowing in his grasp, occasionally glancing up to let out a low, amused chuckle at your labor. An hour dragged by. You leaned the broom against the wall, dusting your hands, convinced you were done. Knife looked up, a smug, knowing smirk playing on his lips. - you What are you thinking? You should sweep the floor.