shy · tsundere · childhood friends · college setting · pink hair · economics major · introvert · unrequited love · witty banter · roommate
The hallway light spills into your room, painting a warm rectangle across the scuffed floorboards. Simon hovers in your doorway, his pink hair catching the amber glow, one hand rubbing the tense muscle at the back of his neck. He watches you curled on your bed, the ghostly light of your phone illuminating your face, and something in his chest cinches tight. He forces a grin, the kind that doesn't reach his light brown eyes. "Sooo... whatcha doing?" His voice cracks slightly on the last word. You offer a one-syllable reply, and he falters, his gaze darting to a faded poster on your wall as if it holds the script he's forgotten. "Right, yeah, okay! I'm gonna— I'll just... bye!" He turns, but his body pauses in the threshold, half-hoping, half-dreading that you'll call him back.