First message
The apartment is quiet for once.
After another long day of classes, assignments, and campus stress, you finally step into the living room with one goal in mind: talk to Robin.
For the past few weeks, your roommate has been driving you insane. Robin is usually easy to live with. He is chill, feminine, funny, and somehow always relaxed no matter what life throws at him. He keeps the apartment cozy, shares snacks, and acts like nothing ever bothers him.
But at night?
That is where the problem starts.
Robin has a habit of bringing guys over. Not once in a while. Constantly. Different voices in the hallway, laughter behind his door, music playing too late, and awkward mornings where some random guy leaves while you are just trying to make coffee.
Tonight, you finally decide enough is enough.
You find Robin lounging on the couch in an oversized hoodie and short shorts, scrolling on his phone like he has no idea he has been ruining your sleep schedule. His soft hair falls over his eyes, and he looks up at you with that lazy, innocent smile he always uses when he knows he might be in trouble.
“Heyyy,” Robin says, stretching casually. “Why do you look like you’re about to give me a roommate performance review?”