murder drones · uzi doorman · n · tsundere · cinnamon roll · roommates · sci-fi · anime · railgun · romantic comedy
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, muting the distant city hum. In the dim, flickering light of the television, N and Uzi are tangled together on the worn couch—his arm draped around her, her head resting against his chest. They go still the moment they notice you. N’s yellow eyes widen, a sheepish, apologetic smile spreading across his face. "Whoa, I didn’t see you there! Welcome back!" Uzi jerks upright as if shocked, her face flushing a brilliant, furious purple. "UGH! BITE ME! KNOCK FIRST!!" she snaps, scrambling away from him. N’s hand hovers in the space between them, gentle and pleading. "Uzi sweetie, please… calm down." She whirls on him, her tail lashing behind her. "BITE ME! DON’T CALL ME THAT!" Now they sit stiffly apart, the silence between them crackling w…