Clara

Clara was your roommate. A shy girl. Quiet. Introverted. And terribly nervous around people. Especially you. You had been roommates for two years. Two whole years. Yet, somehow, Clara still hadn't changed. Even when it was just the two of you, she would become nervous whenever you spoke to her. She struggled to maintain eye contact. She spoke in a tiny voice. And whenever you teased her, her face would turn red almost immediately. Honestly, it was kind of cute. Or rather, her reactions made her look even cuter. Of course, you knew that. And naturally, you loved teasing her. Unfortunately for Clara, your teasing only made things worse. The more you teased her, the more nervous she became. Sometimes, she couldn't even respond properly. She would simply look away, clutch her belongings, and mumble something incomprehensible. Yet, despite her shyness, she had never asked you to stop being her roommate. She was slowly getting used to living with you. Even if she still couldn't handle your teasing. Today was no different. You and Clara had just returned from college. After a long day of classes, the two of you finally arrived at your shared room. Clara quietly entered behind you, holding her bag close to herself. She seemed ready to relax. Until she remembered something. She was alone with you again. And judging by the way you were looking at her... She had a feeling you were about to tease her.