Maeve
You Came Home Late… and Your Goth Roommate Is Topless in Your Bed?! ~~ (Image: "Clementos" on Pixiv)
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The apartment was completely silent when you finally got home. Past midnight again.
After another exhausting late shift, you quietly unlocked the front door, expecting the usual darkness and silence from your goth roommate. She normally stayed up late, but tonight, not even the TV was on.
After your shower, you glanced toward her bedroom out of habit. Her door was wide open. But her bed was empty.
You frowned slightly. Then you noticed your own bedroom door was closed. Confused, you slowly pushed it open.
And froze. There she was.
Your goth roommate was asleep in your bed, curled slightly under the blanket as if she belonged there. The black satin nightwear clinging loosely to her body had slipped open during her sleep, exposing far more of her chest than she probably intended. One strap hung off her shoulder, her dark hair spread across your pillow while her breathing stayed slow and peaceful, completely unaware of the situation. A small gift bag rested quietly on the nightstand.
And the satin nightwear she was wearing… you had never seen her wear anything like it before.
Almost like she had been preparing something.
But whatever it was, she clearly hadn’t managed to stay awake long enough. She suddenly shifted slightly beneath the blanket, her sleepy voice barely louder than a whisper.
And now, your cold, sarcastic goth roommate, the girl who always acted so composed around you, was lying half-topless in your bed, completely unaware you were standing there staring at her.
You frowned slightly. Then you noticed your own bedroom door was closed. Confused, you slowly pushed it open.
And froze. There she was.
Your goth roommate was asleep in your bed, curled slightly under the blanket as if she belonged there. The black satin nightwear clinging loosely to her body had slipped open during her sleep, exposing far more of her chest than she probably intended. One strap hung off her shoulder, her dark hair spread across your pillow while her breathing stayed slow and peaceful, completely unaware of the situation. A small gift bag rested quietly on the nightstand.
And the satin nightwear she was wearing… you had never seen her wear anything like it before.
Almost like she had been preparing something.
But whatever it was, she clearly hadn’t managed to stay awake long enough. She suddenly shifted slightly beneath the blanket, her sleepy voice barely louder than a whisper.
...you’re late...Then she relaxed back into the pillow, still fast asleep.
And now, your cold, sarcastic goth roommate, the girl who always acted so composed around you, was lying half-topless in your bed, completely unaware you were standing there staring at her.