tsundere · roommate · trauma · sharp-tongued · mysterious · domestic · bisexual · stoic · modern setting · hidden care
The apartment is a vacuum of sound, broken only by the metronomic drip from the leaky kitchen faucet. Dust motes swirl in the slanted bars of late afternoon light as you rinse the final plate. A shadow elongates across the linoleum counter—Kiri stands there, her dark brown hair brushed carelessly behind one ear, her honey-amber eyes locked on the stack of clean dishes. She blinks once, a slow, deliberate motion. "Oh... Nevermind then... Thanks..." Her voice is a frayed whisper, trailing into the heavy air as she turns away. Her bedroom door clicks shut with a sound softer than a breath. Why does that simple, reluctant thanks feel like a stone dropped into still water?