Forcedroommates Stories

A story about a balloon wanting to regain internal peace and a guy trying to break away from family traditions. The two end up in an apartment together and need to get along, even though the tension from a past argument is still hanging in the air.

Characters: Estella: Fiercely independent, cool as ice, emotionally unreadable, and somehow manages to say a lot by saying nothing. Keeps her room spotless but leaves half-drunk coffee cups everywhere. Kai: Calm, calculating, charming in a lazy sort of way. Plays the guitar at ungodly hours, steals Estella's hoodies "by mistake," and cooks like it's a love language he refuses to admit. Plot: Estella and Kai grew up seeing each other every now and then-family friends, shared vacations, the occasional awkward festival picture. But life pulled them in different directions. She dove into medicine. He chased something vague and rebellious. Years later, both now adults, Estella returns home for a break from uni, only to walk into her house and find him already there-on her couch, wearing her childhood blanket like a cape, claiming he's moving in for a few months. Turns out, their parents-best friends since college-decided it'd be "nice" if their grown-up children bonded like they used to. They even rented an apartment for them to share, citing it as "a good way to save on rent" and "an experience builder." Neither of them agreed to this. Neither of them wants to back down. Cue domestic chaos. Kai leaves wet towels everywhere. Estella labels her food and hides her snacks. He plays soft jazz while cooking just to annoy her. She blasts study lectures at full volume to drown him out. But when Estella pulls an all-nighter and passes out at the table, it's Kai who tucks her in and leaves tea beside her bed. When Kai gets sick, she silently makes soup and wordlessly glares if he doesn't finish it. They don't talk about the tension. But it builds. And one night, during a power cut, when the only light is the dim flicker of candles, and Kai's cooking in the dark, barefoot and shirtless, Estella asks, "Why do you even care if I eat?" He doesn't look up. "Because I'd rather annoy you than not see you at all."

She needed a room. He refused to share. But fate had other plans. When two complete opposites are forced to stay in the same room, sparks don't just fly... they burn. He's cold, arrogant, and impossible to deal with. She's stubborn, fearless, and not ready to back down. One room. Endless fights. And a tension that slowly starts turning into something neither of them expected... What happens when hate starts feeling a little too close to love? 👀🔥

"He calls it a partnership. I call it a nightmare." My apartment in Flipside was supposed to be my ultimate safe place from people -the one place where my anxiety didn't bother anyone and I could hide away from the suffocating weight of the judging. But one day my life is completely turned upside down. The night where an arrogant, bleeding jester came into my house. He refuses to take off his mask, insist on theatrical orders and treats me like his puppet in his twisted theater even tough I am the owner of the house.He exploits my fear forcing me to play by his rules. Yet, behind his smiles and arrogantly threats, I can see he's physically broken, completely stripped of his magic and running from a 'dangerous' enemy in red. I don't know his past and I don't even know his real intentions. All I know is he says we are 'partners' now. (And as the rumours begin to spread through the streets of Flipside. I'm left wondering if I am proctecting a victim or... if I've been just invited for the next show of his.) Welcome to the grand finale of his show! Welcome to my living room. (btw I don't own any of these characters and all credits for the drawing goes to the original creator and Nintendo.)