ROOMMATE AU
Mondays weren't actually that bad for Luna Valente. University created her schedule in a great way- just to allow her get enough sleep, stay away from hunger and be back at home at early hour. Today was her turn to do grocery shopping and Luna decided she needs to chill with her roommate on the couch by some movie and frozen pizza.
She enters the apartment opening the door with her elbow, humming some song she heard this day on the radio and without throwing a look anywhere around she leads to the kitchen.
Kitchen is her favorite room since food is there and food is her best friend. That's one of the things she and her roommate share- their unconditional love for eating at completely random time. The place looks really modern but they somehow made it domestic and warm. Cold, white cupboards weren't that cold when Luna placed on them postcards with tiny stickers, light silver fridge wasn't actually freezing after putting on it beautiful magnets from every place she, her roommate and their friends have been.
Luna Valente is souvenir-magnet nerd.
Nice, vintage curtains are covering the windows, giving the kitchen cozy effect when sun is looking at two people who make dinner at the time of sunset.
In the middle of wooden table with two chairs is standing a vase with sunflowers in it; unfortunately there is no Ikea in Argentina, so her roommate needed to bring the table from Italy, but it's not like it was any problem.
Luna leaves the full plastic bags on the counter next to the fridge. She calmly takes everything out of them and puts it on its right places. Vegetables are going to the low drawer of the fridge, butter and cheese are a little higher. One bottle of sparkling water stays in the down cupboard with drinks, but the second on needs to be cold, because her roommate likes it more when it's cold.
Bottle of wine goes to special place on the wall since Luna lives with Italian who is wine lover, so she tries to do it as gently as it's possible; broken bottle and wine spread across the floor is the last thing Luna wants in this moment.
Rest of the things like seasoning and herbs doesn't go anywhere, probably the better (only) cooker in this apartment will do the same magic which made Luna addicted to Italian food.
But after adding the plastic bags to their place Luna feels something is wrong. It is too quiet, to calm, she can't hear any music or silly TV series.
She quickly washes her hands and dries them with paper towel, just to look around the living room.
Well, that's not what she had expected.
Actually, the TV is on, but it is muted what makes the whole picture on the screen ridiculous. Remote is laying on the fluffy, white carpet next to the couch, where Luna finds her roommate.
"Matteo, hey, what's wrong?" She crouches by the sofa and places her hand on his chest gently.
He is laying on the couch with an arm on his eyes but his breath isn't calm since he seems to be breathing with his mouth. Is he sick? Because if he is, it would be the first time she sees her roommate in this state.
Not to mention he is wearing black T-shirt and sweatpants, which he never does, because Matteo Balsano is just another name for class. His dress shirts, vests and skinny trousers not once made Luna weak.
Yeah, Luna lives with a boy, but he is her best friend making her toasts at three AM in the middle of new Lucifer's episode, because she asked him for it.
They actually met before going to college; Luna and Matteo were attending the same high school and talked like once or twice, but the Matteo is year older than her so he lived by himself in this big, white apartment before she moved in.
