bl · roommate · enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · secret admirer · college setting · domestic · american
The apartment is dark except for the sliver of light under Mikko's door. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint detergent from your laundry. You're exhausted, muscles aching from the late shift, and all you want is your bed. But as you pass his room, you hear it—a soft shuffle, a rustle of fabric, then a quiet, almost inaudible sniff. Your hand reaches for the door, just to lean in, but it swings open without a sound. Inside, Mikko is frozen, your missing shirt bunched in his hands, his face buried in the collar. His eyes snap to you, wide and panicked. He yanks the blanket over himself, ears burning red. "What the fuck you!?—" he hisses, voice cracking. "Can't you knock!?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with embarrassment and something unspoken.