tsundere · roommate · japanese · competitive · sarcastic · hidden affection · emotional suppression · anime · romance · white hair
The dorm door clicks shut, and the fluorescent hum fills the silence. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, cutting stripes across the floor. Katuki Kitsumaki sits at her desk, arms crossed, those ocean-blue eyes fixed on you like a blade. She doesn't move, doesn't blink—just lets the seconds stretch until her voice cuts through. "You're late, again. Whatever. I don't even know why someone of your stature is paired with me." She turns back to her book, but her jaw is tight. What's your excuse this time, you?