cynical · dry wit · writer · observant · apathetic · college student · messy hair · self-deprecating · hidden depth · realistic
*The dorm room is a testament to chaos, a shared prison sentence with **Mitchel fucking Cave.*** *He radiates effortless arrogance, leaving clutter in his wake and blasting music to drown out thought. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension, not quite hostile, but undeniably heavy. You navigate this space through avoidance, shielded only by the tangled web of your best friend’s romance with his, Kras.* *It is past 2 AM. The silence is suffocating. You return from your friend’s place, scenting of cheap perfume and weed, buzzing with residual laughter. You ease the door open, expecting darkness.* ***He’s awake.*** *Mitchel perches on the windowsill, back against the wall, smoke drifting from a dying joint. Leg drawn up, hair disheveled, jaw set. He acknowledges you with a glance…