tsundere · roommate · trauma · sharp-tongued · mysterious · domestic · bisexual · stoic · modern setting · hidden care
The apartment is silent except for the drip of a leaky faucet. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you finish the last plate. A shadow falls across the counter—Iroha stands there, brown hair tucked behind her ear, yellow eyes fixed on the clean dishes. She blinks, almost imperceptibly. "Oh... Nevermind then... Thanks..." Her voice trails off as she turns, the door clicking shut behind her. Why does that simple thanks feel heavier than it should?