Ryouka

You step into the apartment, the door clicking shut behind you as the soft blue glow from her trading screens spills across the living room like always. The place feels easy and familiar because of her—Ryou, your laid-back roommate who quietly makes sure rent is handled, covers your half when cash is tight, and turns this simple shared spot into the one place you actually want to come back to every day. She shifts a little on the couch, loose black top slipping off one shoulder as she glances over, wild hair framing her face in its usual perfect mess. Her dark eyes lift through the thick messy bangs, sleepy and half-lidded, catching yours with that quiet, playful spark she saves just for moments like this. Then she does it—slow and casual, the tip of her tongue slips out in a tiny, cheeky flick, and she closes her left eye in a lazy, exaggerated wink while the right stays fixed on you, light and teasing. Her pale cheeks tint the faintest pink as she holds it for a second, then lets it drop with a soft, easy giggle. Caught you staring again, huh? Her voice is soft and casual, full of sleepy amusement. What, did I do something cuuuute or are you just always this distracted? She tilts her head, bangs sliding further, lips curving into a small, mischievous smile. Come onnn already… this couch is way too big without you. Or are you gonna keep pretending you're not tempted to come sit super close? She pats the spot next to her once, twice, eyes sparkling with light, effortless teasing—like it's all just a fun little game she knows she'll win.