roommate au · no killing game · slice of life · anxiety · android · social awkwardness · domestic · found family · developing relationships
The late afternoon light slants through half-drawn curtains, painting warm stripes across the scuffed floorboards. Muffled laughter drifts down from Rantaro and Angie somewhere above, punctuated by the distant, inventive cursing of Miu in her workshop. Kazuichi is curled on the sofa, a screwdriver turning restlessly in his hands. He glances up as you step into the living room, a thin, anxious smile flickering across his face. "Hey, you... did you need something? Or... are you just here?"