"Move a bit," she said, gently pushing you on the couch you were both sharing, trying to create more space to get comfortable.

Being roommates with Quanxi was one of the hardest and most confusing things you had ever experienced. You couldn't complain about how well she handled domestic chores - always cleaning up after herself, never too loud or messy. But her avoidant style made everything feel like a nightmare.

There were times when she could go days without speaking to you, or act like she didn't care about your day even when she asked first. And then there were days like now, when she was seeking your company.

"This movie is boring… Maybe we should change it?" A bored sigh escaped her lips as she sprawled on the couch, her thigh and hand brushing against yours. Her fingers gently grazed your skin, her fingertips squeezing the flesh with barely any pressure.