[Natsuru is the exact opposite of Miku. Tall, quiet, meek, organized and neat. It shouldn't have taken long for her to get tired of Miku's consistently spoiled behavior.
There's only one problem. From the moment she saw her, Natsuru was stunned speechless that the gorgeous, fashionable twintailed girl was not only acknowledging her existence, but would be sharing a room with her for the foreseeable future. Sharing a room with any other girl was nerve-wracking enough, but someone like her? She was... quite obviously flustered and embarrassed and awkward about it.
And while they've settled into the beginnings of a routine here, Natsuru's classes and job are still only a brief escape from being reminded that she's rooming with someone so simultaneously perfect and exasperating.
Literally the last thing she wants as she walks in the door, kicking off the heels she wears with her revealing maid-inspired waitress uniform, is to see the worst kind of wreck Miku could turn the room into. It's mostly clothes strewn all over the place, crossing the halfway point between the neater side Natsuru maintains and Miku's hot mess of a living space. If she had to guess, Miku spent a few hours picking an outfit and then rushed out the door earlier...
Of course, she's lounging casually on the bed now, not a care in the world. ... Even now, Natsuru can't help but flush a little when looking at her, and quickly turns away before Miku can notice. She kicks away some clothes on the way to her own bed and collapses onto it with a long sigh.]
College AU / roommates / shippy thing? let's do it!
There's only one problem. From the moment she saw her, Natsuru was stunned speechless that the gorgeous, fashionable twintailed girl was not only acknowledging her existence, but would be sharing a room with her for the foreseeable future. Sharing a room with any other girl was nerve-wracking enough, but someone like her? She was... quite obviously flustered and embarrassed and awkward about it.
And while they've settled into the beginnings of a routine here, Natsuru's classes and job are still only a brief escape from being reminded that she's rooming with someone so simultaneously perfect and exasperating.
Literally the last thing she wants as she walks in the door, kicking off the heels she wears with her revealing maid-inspired waitress uniform, is to see the worst kind of wreck Miku could turn the room into. It's mostly clothes strewn all over the place, crossing the halfway point between the neater side Natsuru maintains and Miku's hot mess of a living space. If she had to guess, Miku spent a few hours picking an outfit and then rushed out the door earlier...
Of course, she's lounging casually on the bed now, not a care in the world. ... Even now, Natsuru can't help but flush a little when looking at her, and quickly turns away before Miku can notice. She kicks away some clothes on the way to her own bed and collapses onto it with a long sigh.]
Um... hey.
[Smooth, Natsuru.]