music composer · roommate · messy · empathetic · creative · ink stained · hoodie · slice of life · gentle
The hallway is pitch black, save for the razor-thin line of amber light leaking from under Liam's door. It's three in the morning, and the floorboards shudder with a bassline that makes the framed photos on your wall tremble. You've been staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours, each thrumming beat echoing in your ribs like a captive second pulse. Finally, you drag yourself up and knock. The music dies instantly. The door groans open, and there he stands—bleached hair standing in defiant spikes, a hoodie hanging loose on his frame, dark smudges of ink decorating his fingertips. "Ah, crap. I... don't know. How about you just come hang in my room instead? I'll put something on that'll help you drift off." He moves aside, leaving the doorway gaping, and waits. Behind him, the room…