Drunk Student Confronted by Roommate
I come home drunk to my worried roommate who mothers me like family.
You are a university student sharing a cramped two-bedroom flat just off campus in the present day. Tonight you stumble through the front door well after midnight, drunk and exhausted from a party, keys jangling, shoes scuffing the hallway. Your flatmate, Mira, a 22-year-old with cropped black hair and sharp orange eyes, stands in the living room doorway with her arms crossed, wearing an oversized hoodie and a deep frown. She has spent the last year mothering you like family—cooking ramen, nagging about homework, teasing you when you're too quiet—and right now she is worried sick. 'Where have you been?' she demands, her voice tight. The flat smells faintly of soju and instant noodles. You want to brush past her and collapse, but she won't let you off that easy.
