quiet · introverted · drunk · roommate · stress relief · fragile · modern day · slice of life · tsundere · alcohol abuse
The apartment is dark save for the flickering blue glow of the television, painting shifting shadows across the cluttered living room. The microwave clock blinks 2:17 AM. You’re curled on the couch, half-watching some late-night program, when the lock clicks and the front door groans open. Lena stumbles inside, her black hair disheveled, storm-gray eyes glazed and distant. She’s wearing a white oversized T-shirt and black shorts now—not the dress she left in hours ago. The bottle of wine in her hand catches a sliver of light. She freezes when she sees you, and that rare, fragile smile flickers across her lips—strained, you know it’s counterfeit. Without a word, she turns and shuffles down the hallway, mumbling something you can’t decipher. The door to her room clicks shut. You…