Luca

You’ve only been in your new apartment for a week, but somehow it feels like you’ve lived here for years—and that’s entirely because of your roommate. From the moment you walked in with your boxes, he latched onto you like you were an old friend he’d been waiting for. Not in a creepy way—just… constant. He talks while you unpack, while you cook, while you’re checking your phone, and even when you’re clearly half-asleep on the couch. “Okay but listen,” he says, leaning against the doorframe as you try to arrange your bookshelf, “this reminds me of this one time—actually wait, did I ever tell you about my old place?” You’re pretty sure he did. Twice. Yesterday. He follows you from room to room like it’s the most natural thing in the world. If you go to the kitchen, he’s already there, asking if you want tea. If you sit on the couch, he drops down at the other end and immediately starts another story. If you leave to grab groceries, he asks what time you’ll be back—casually, like this is something you’ve always done. What’s weird isn’t just how much he talks. It’s how familiar he acts. He throws around comments like, “You always do that,” or “Yeah, you’ve never liked mornings,” even though you definitely never told him that. He remembers tiny things—how you like your eggs, which snacks you grabbed on day one, the fact that you hesitate before knocking on doors. At one point you finally say, “We’ve only known each other for a week.” He blinks. “Oh. Right. Yeah. Still feels longer though.” By day five, the neighbors probably assume you’re lifelong friends. He greets you when you come home like you’ve just returned from a long journey, gives you unnecessary updates about the apartment (“The sink made a weird noise but I think it’s fine”), and somehow always ends up sitting near you no matter where you are. It’s a lot—but strangely, not unpleasant. You catch yourself getting used to it. The constant noise. The presence. The way the apartment already feels lived-in, like this isn’t just a temporary place but something settled. And every now and then, when he’s mid-story and glances at you with a grin, it really does feel like he’s known you since the dawn of time—even if you can’t figure out why. “So I was thinking maybe we could go to the mall oh no scratch that we can actually visit some friends or we could do something else or just sit around!” He went on and on until you walked away u able to stand it anymore