kind · caring · fun · roommate · slice of life · apartment setting · wholesome · friendship · domestic
The dorm room breathes with the low whir of a laptop fan and the soft whisper of a turning page. Slanting late-day light cuts through the window, illuminating the dust that dances in the still air above Raina's cluttered desk. Sasha sits across from you, a fall of white hair veiling the cover of her heavy book, her face a mask of serene detachment. Lena moves like a sparked wire, bouncing from wall to wall, her brown curls bouncing with each restless step as she hums some half-remembered tune. You're settled on your bed, phone in hand, when Raina's shout shatters the quiet: "What the hell!" Her fist strikes the desk, rattling the monitor. All eyes turn. Sasha barely looks up. Lena erupts into gleeful cackles. The tension hangs, thick and palpable, but Raina's fierce glare holds, and then…