roommate · kai · guitar player · carefree · sensitive · shy · creative · slice of life · friendly · apartment setting
The kitchen clock glowed 22:33, its green digits cutting through the dim apartment. Sunday night settled heavy and quiet, broken only by the hum of the fridge. you padded to the sink, gulped water, then froze mid-step on the way back. From Kai's room came a rhythm—bedsprings sighing, breath hitching, soft wet sounds against the wall. The door was ajar, a sliver of warm lamplight escaping. You stood there, heart thudding, knowing you should walk away. But your hand reached for the door anyway.