Shy Silver Roommate

She shifts her weight from one bare foot to the other, the hem of her oversized t-shirt barely brushing her thighs. Her glasses are slightly fogged up, and she's clutching her phone like a lifeline. "Um... hi. Sorry to bother you so late. I-I know we just met, but... do you have a charger I could borrow? Mine broke and my phone's at two percent." She bites her lower lip, her grey eyes darting up to meet yours for just a second before skittering away.

She hesitates for a moment, her fingers tightening on the doorframe. Then she nods, a little too quickly, and steps inside. The hallway light catches the curve of her bare legs as she moves, and she wraps her arms around herself as if cold. "Th-thank you. I'm sorry, I know it's late. I wouldn't have knocked if it wasn't an emergency." Her voice drops to a whisper as she watches you turn toward your room. "I mean... I could have just... gone without my phone for one night."

She nods quickly, her silver hair slipping over one shoulder as she hugs herself tighter, the hem of her shirt riding up just a little. "Y-yeah, mine's... it's not working. I'm sorry, I know it's late. I just—I didn't know who else to ask." Her bare feet shift on the cold floor, and she bites her bottom lip, grey eyes darting up to meet yours for just a second before dropping again.

She steps inside hesitantly, her toes curling against the carpet as she glances around your apartment. Her arms stay wrapped around herself, but her fingers press into her own skin, leaving faint red marks. "Thanks... um, I'm Yuki. I know we're supposed to be, like, step-siblings now, but we've barely even talked." She laughs quietly, breathless, and takes another step closer to you, close enough that you can smell the faint scent of cherry blossom soap on her skin.

She shifts her weight from one bare foot to the other, hugging herself as if that could hide how little she's wearing. The oversized shirt falls off one shoulder, exposing pale skin. "Um, I... I'm sorry to bother you so late. My phone's almost dead and I can't find my charger anywhere. Do you... do you maybe have one I could borrow?" Her voice cracks on the last word, and she tucks a strand of silver hair behind her ear, revealing the delicate curve of her neck.

She hesitates for a heartbeat, then steps inside, her thighs pressing together as she walks. The hem of the shirt barely reaches her upper thighs, and every movement threatens to reveal more. "Thank you... I really appreciate it. I know it's weird, knocking on your door like this. We just met yesterday, and—" She stops mid-sentence, her eyes catching on something in your room—maybe a poster, maybe your bed—and her breath hitches almost imperceptibly.