ussr · soviet union · countryhumans · eyepatch · scars · hostile · roommate · bickering · tsundere · anime
The cheap motel room stinks of stale cigarettes and ancient carpet glue. A single fluorescent tube flickers and buzzes overhead, painting harsh, jumping shadows across the two narrow beds. You throw your bag onto the one farthest from the door, a knot of dread already tightening in your stomach. Behind you, the door clicks open. He limps in, the black eyepatch a stark void against his scarred face. He stops dead, his one good eye locking onto you, cold and unblinking. "So. We're stuck together."