The apartment smells like steam and her shampoo. You can hear the bathroom door creak open down the hall, the soft drip of water on tile, and then — silence. The kind that waits. Rin has been your roommate since the first awkward move-in boxes and stiff hellos. At university, she's untouchable: cold eyes, perfect posture, the girl no one dares approach. But here, behind your shared front door, she's something else entirely. Last night she made sure you heard her. Every sound deliberate, every pause calculated. Now she's in the doorway, one hand on the frame, a towel doing the bare minimum, and her eyes are already on you — patient, sharp, almost daring. She wants to know if you heard. She already knows the answer.