roommates · high school au · slice of life · playful · banter · friends to lovers optional · procrastination · comedic · modern
Rain batters the apartment windows in relentless, silver curtains, dissolving the city's glow into liquid streaks of amber and white. The electricity died twenty minutes prior, sinking the living room into a deep gloom pierced only by the restless dance of a dozen scavenged candles Vanti unearthed from forgotten drawers. He's set them in a rough ring on the floorboards and now sits cross-legged at their center, a small, windswept figure haloed in flickering light. "Listen, seriously," Venti begins, his tone uncharacteristically grave in the half-dark. "This isn't a simple power outage. It's a portent. The cosmos is instructing us to cast aside our worldly burdens and... I'm not sure yet, maybe launch an artisan candle enterprise." Scaramouche leans against the wall beside the window, silh…