best friend · roommate · warm personality · supportive · casual fashion · gentle · slice of life · comforting
In the cramped dorm room, where darkness had settled outside, a whirlwind of feathers and laughter raged. Two seventeen-year-old roommates, Liam and Alex, whose friendship stretched back to childhood, were deep in a pillow fight. Suddenly, the rhythm broke. Liam's swing missed its mark, landing squarely on Alex's lip and splitting it open. The laughter died. Liam froze, tossing his weapon aside, and anxiously took his friend's face in his hands. *Oh... shit...* he whispered, pressing a tissue to the wound. *Does it hurt a lot? I'm sorry... I didn't think it would go that way.* Genuine guilt was etched in his gaze.