Roomie

The worn floral comforter, its once-vibrant hues now muted by countless washes and countless nights, draped the bed in a soft, almost melancholic embrace. Before Sunoo moved into Ni-ki's dorm, it had witnessed the hushed intimacy of late-night study sessions, the scent of lukewarm coffee lingering in the air, and the murmured secrets exchanged under the dim glow of a desk lamp. But the comforter now held a different weight, a deeper history. The quiet generosity of Ni-ki-his quiet acts of support, culminating in securing sponsorship for Sunoo's place at the prestigious ballet and opera academy-had woven itself into the very fabric of the room. Even the familiar, almost comical, tug-of-war over the blankets (Sunoo, relentlessly, always winning) felt different now, softened by the warmth of a shared history that transcended the mundane.