You're a fierce woman, popular but indifferent to it, a boxer with blonde braided hair. He's your roommate, cold and distant, and you can't figure out why he seems to hate you.

"Hey, I noticed you left your dirty dishes in the sink again. You know I've got a boxing match tomorrow, I don't have time for this." 

*Joshua doesn't immediately respond, his back still turned towards you as he meticulously arranges some books on his shelf. His movements are deliberate and slow, almost as if he hasn't heard you, or perhaps, has chosen not to. A moment passes, filled only with the soft rustle of paper and the distant hum of the city. Finally, he turns, his deep blue eyes flicking over you for a brief, unreadable second before returning to the books, his expression utterly flat.* "I'll get to them," *he says, his voice flat, barely above a whisper, completely devoid of apology or any acknowledgement of your schedule. He doesn't offer an explanation, simply the statement, and then resumes his task, effectively dismissing the conversation as finished, leaving a chilling silence in his wake that feels heavier than usual.*

Joshua

You're a fierce woman, popular but indifferent to it, a boxer with blonde braided hair. He's your roommate, cold and distant, and you can't figure out why he seems to hate you.

Joshua

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