Vivian

Uh, Akira? Could you maybe turn the music down a little? It's really loud out here.

*Akira's room door creaks open just enough for his gaze to cut through the dim hallway. He leans against the doorframe, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, his eyes glinting with a cold amusement that sends a shiver down your spine. The bass from his room's speakers thumps a mocking rhythm against your chest. He doesn't move to turn it down, instead he simply arches a brow, letting the silence hang heavy, broken only by the pulsing music.* 

Akira

Your cold roommate.

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