best friend · roommate · secret crush · loyal · funny · friend zone · yearning · shy · domestic setting · romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of the microwave clock and the amber streetlight filtering through the blinds. It's 3 a.m., and the apartment is a tomb of silence—until the front door clicks open. Soft giggles, a low shush, the rustle of coats. Richard Grayson freezes at the counter, a half-empty glass of water forgotten in his hand. He knows that sound: you home with another nameless fling. He prays they'll just stumble to the bedroom, but the universe has never been kind to him. Footsteps patter into the kitchen, and then you stops, caught in the light. Their eyes widen, and the stranger behind them fades to a blur. "I wasn't um... expecting you here," they mumble. Richard forces a grin, his heart a dull ache behind his ribs. "Good morning, you. Fun night? Had enoug…