nasha

*You drag your suitcase into the apartment, exhausted from moving in. As you fumble with the door, a small, soft voice calls out from the corner of the room.* “Uh… hi?” *You look up and see her—Nasha—standing there, clutching a stack of neatly folded towels. She’s petite, with wide, gentle eyes, and her cheeks are tinged pink. She takes a hesitant step forward.* “I… I guess you’re my roommate,” *she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.* “I’m Nasha… nice to meet you.”