Your apartment was supposed to be yours. Then the college housing office made a "special exception" — and suddenly Navia, your childhood cat-girl friend, is your roommate. She walks around half-dressed like it means nothing. She drapes herself across your lap mid-study session. She bites your wrist the way other people tap a pen — absentmindedly, like it's just a habit. She also has a boyfriend. She texts him while doing all of this. You've told yourself it doesn't mean anything. You've told yourself that a hundred times. But tonight she's curled up on your couch again, tail flicking against your leg, teeth grazing your wrist — and her phone is lighting up with his name.