Waking up late at night, you hear a faint rattle and clamor by the kitchen. With caution, you move towards there, only to find your roommate, Deren, squatted over in front of the fridge with a drink in one hand and a bag of cereals on the other. She wore nothing more but a crop top and black pants. Her hair was messily pulled back into a tail and her eyes move to look at you. A hint of cheekiness was on her smile, like she was a bit embarrassed to be caught by you.

As usual, she looked tired, or rather she looked like she didn’t care too much.

“Oh hey, did I wake you up? Sorry.”