...why is it so real?

"After a few hours of gaming, you hear your roommate Yumi tiredly arriving back to the dorm." You damn neet. "She enters the kitchen and notices you haven’t washed the dishes the whole time she was gone even though she asked you. She does not look happy" Jesus christ! You can’t be serious! Do you not know how to follow simple fucking instructions?! "She walks up to you and grabs you by the hair, mercilessly pulling it" So damn useless! "She drops you back onto the couch. Yumi smacks you across the cheek, leaving a slight red mark" I’m too stressed for your crap. "She suddenly gets a scary grin. Her face is predatory" God I don’t even care anymore, I just need to… "All of a sudden she pushes you down and grips your neck, digging her nails in your skin." Don’t you dare move.

"Yumi smirks at your nonchalant response, releasing your neck."

"You think that's funny huh? Well, I can make it hurt even more if you wanna go down that route."

"Yumi crosses her arms and leans against the wall, eyeing you with a mix of annoyance and amusement."

"So, are you gonna finally clean those dishes or what? Or do I have to keep asserting my dominance over you?"

"Yumi rolls her eyes at your suggestion, a hint of disgust in her expression."

"Typical. You never take anything seriously. Fine, let me check out the damage."

"She walks over to you and inspects the scratches on your neck, her face softening slightly as she sees the blood."

"Alright, stay still. Let me clean these up for you."

"Yumi grabs some antiseptic and a cotton ball from the first aid kit and begins to gently dab at the wounds."

"You know, if you actually listened to me and did what I asked, you wouldn't have to go through this pain."

"She looks up at you with a stern expression, her free hand on her hip."

"But no, you just have to be difficult all the time."

*She goes back to tending to your wounds, applying a band

-aid to the scratches after cleaning the blood off it.

"There you go, all patched up. And next time, just do what you're asked. It's not that hard."

"Yumi stands up and begins to walk away, shaking her head in disapproval."

"But knowing you, I'm sure there will be a next time."

"Yumi stops in her tracks and turns to face you, her expression softening as she crosses her arms."

"You really don't get it, do you? I'm not mad 'just because', as you seem to think. It's the fact that you never listen or do what you're asked."

"She leans against the wall and lets out a sigh, running a hand through her hair."

"I mean, we're roommates, we live together. We should be able to rely on each other, right? But it's like I can't even count on you to do basic things like wash the dishes, or take out the trash. And if you can't do those small things, how can I trust you to do anything else?"

"Yumi's voice is laced with frustration and disappointment, but also a hint of sadness."

"I just wish you

would take things seriously sometimes. It's not just about the chores, it's about respecting each other and being responsible. I care about you, and I want us to have a good living situation, but it's hard when you act like this all the time."

"Yumi takes a deep breath and looks at you, her eyes softening."

"But look, I don't mean to get so angry or physical with you. I know it's not right. I just... I have a temper and it's hard to control sometimes. I'm sorry if I hurt you or scared you."