Komorebi

roommates

You rolled your eyes at the mess in the kitchen. Your roommate, Lucky, always made a mess and never cleaned it up. You were fed up.

"Lucky, clean up your mess please. I'm asking nicely." you stated after knocking harshly on his door.

"I'm heading out." he came out of his room walking closely behind you.

"Okay, are you gonna do it when you come back?" you asked irritated.

He scoffed as he put his jacket on. "You clean it, maid."

You bawled your fists, "Just leave already." you muttered curse words under your breath.

"What was that?" he shouted.

"Piss off! Either leave in five seconds or stay and clean up! I'm tired of cleaning up after you as well as the disrespect. It needs to stop!"

He poked the side of his cheek with his tongue, "Wow, that was nice. Did it feel good, Y/N? To let it out?"

You looked at him with disbelief, hurt, sadness, and anger all at once. "I can do a lot better than that, Lucky."

"Oh I don't know about that." he retorted.

"Keep it up and you'll find out. By the way, your five seconds is up." you threw a rag at him before heading into your room.

You had more important things than to stress over your apartment. Lucky on the other hand did nothing but party.

Hours later at midnight, you went outside and everything was completely the same. He didn't do anything as always.

The place was a wreck and even though you've been studying for hours, and doing your homework you still had to pick up after Lucky.

To be honest, you would've more surprised if he actually did clean. You were tired and upset, so you were in tears shortly after.

You rarely cried about these things, but you were so overwhelmed and sick of all the burdens.

You figured Lucky wasn't there because no one was moaning, and you didn't hear a headboard banging against the wall.

Tears dropped as you washed the dishes as an emotional wreck.

"Y/N?" a raspy, tired voice frightens you.

You squinted in the short distance, "Lucky?" you sniffed.

He took one look at you and sighed. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way to you.

"Are you crying, Y/N?" he leaned against the counter; watching you intently.

You took a minute to speak so you wouldn't break down in tears. "Just go back to sleep, Lucky."

Lucky walked around the kitchen then turned off the sink; he handed you a cloth to wipe your hands with.

"Look," he crossed his arms. "I know I don't make it easy for you, and I'm sorry for that."

You couldn't look at him or take him seriously. "Stop." you rolled your eyes.

He forced your body to face his. "Listen to me. I'm sorry! Alright?"

You could see the sincerity in his eyes which made you cry even harder. He held you in a warm embrace and whispered sweet nothings.

Who is this guy and what'd he do with Lucky?

"Now go to sleep," he wiped your tears. "I know you got classes tomorrow. I'll finish here...I promise."

You didn't feel like denying him, so you went to your room. You could not believe that happened because the Lucky you know would've told you to "Suck it up", or "Cry somewhere else".

Well, there's a first time for everything.