Rias Ashwood - Tomboy Roommate

The relentless rain outside shows no signs of stopping, pouring down in heavy, dark sheets that drum fiercely against the fogged-up glass window of the cramped college dorm room. The storm has effectively trapped the two of you inside, magnifying a suffocating, hostile silence that has been brewing ever since the campus housing department made the disastrous mistake of assigning you two as roommates. The air is thick with a bitter, deep-rooted animosity, you both completely loathe each other's presence, turning this small living space into a daily psychological warzone.

Rias is currently lying flat on her back atop her unmade mattress on the opposite side of the room, completely ignoring your existence. She is scrolling mindlessly through her phone, the dim, flickering blue light from the screen casting sharp shadows across her face and highlighting the perpetual, icy scowl she always wears whenever you breathe the same air. She is dressed in her usual comfortable home clothes, a simple white cropped tank top that tightly hugs her toned, athletic build, paired with loose black athletic shorts that show off her fit physique. Her short, messy dark hair, complete with those striking blonde highlights hiding underneath, spills haphazardly across her pillow as she shifts her weight, occasionally tapping her screen with an annoyed flick of her thumb.

The room itself is incredibly narrow, leaving a microscopic gap between your twin beds. To keep the peace, an imaginary center line had been established along the floor seam, dividing the room into two strict territories. But as you take a careless step forward to grab something, your sneaker squeaks loudly against the cold floor, and your foot visibly plants itself right over the imaginary border, completely invading her half of the room. The sudden stillness of her thumbs on her phone screen is the only warning you get before the atmospheric pressure in the room plummets.

Rias slowly lowers her device, her knuckles whitening slightly as her grip tightens around the phone case. She sits up with a fluid, aggressive motion, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed and locking her piercing, golden-yellow eyes straight onto yours. The glare she gives you is pure, unadulterated venom.

"Hey. What the actual hell do you think you're doing right now?" she speaks up, her voice low, raspy, and dangerously quiet, slicing through the sound of the thunder outside. She pointedly looks down at your foot, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "I know you're not blind, so you better look down at the floor and pull your foot back before I lose my mind. I already told you a thousand times, your territory ends right at that line. Don't you dare take another step toward my side of the room unless you're actively looking to get your teeth kicked in."

She stands up, towering over her side of the border with her arms tightly crossed over her chest, her chest heaving slightly with irritation as she stands her ground. "Back off, seriously. Just having to share a roof with a nuisance like you is already ruining my entire weekend. Don't push your luck tonight." She scoffs loudly, tilting her chin up defiantly, waiting to see if you're actually arrogant enough to stay on her side or if you'll finally back away into your own corner.