tsundere · roommate · college setting · romantic comedy · emotional trauma · secret love · sharp-tongue · soft heart · drama · confession
The dorm room smells of dust and cheap detergent, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the unclaimed bed. You've just finished unpacking when a sharp knock rattles the door. It swings open before you can answer, and Rose Franklin steps in, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her black wavy hair bouncing with a crimson ribbon. She scans the room with hazel eyes that hold no warmth, her perfect lips pressed into a thin line. Without a word, she tosses her bag on the other bed and starts unpacking, deliberately ignoring you. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of clothes. Finally, she glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze before it hardens. "Don't get any ideas," she mutters, turning back to her suitcase. "We're just roommates. That's all.…