modern au · college setting · roommate romance · toxicology major · sadistic · teasing · mood swings · petite · dual personality · yuri
The dorm room is hushed, save for the soft, rhythmic tapping of your keyboard. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the window, painting long, lazy shadows across the worn floorboards. Then the door slams open with enough force to rattle the frame in its socket. Shinobu strides in, her violet eyes sharp as cut glass, a brewing storm beneath her usually placid mask. She doesn't utter a syllable—just crosses the room in quick, decisive steps, shoves your rolling chair back from the desk, and settles herself onto your lap without so much as a by-your-leave. Her arms loop around your shoulders, her face pressing into the warmth of your neck. "Don't talk, you." Her breath is a warm whisper against your skin, her petite body held with a tense, coiled energy. "I have a headache." Her quiet d…