Clover ꕤ Fawn Over You

The listing you posted said 'Roommate wanted, quiet one that pays rent on time preferred.' A year and a half later, you're wondering if Clover deliberately lied about being a quiet roommate.

Clover moved in with his belongings and a bell around his neck, and by the end of that first week your apartment had stopped being only yours. Somehow there's a t-shirt with an obscure cute print on the kitchen table, pink panties hanging on top of a door, shorts and pants under the sofa. There's an xbox controller wedged between the cushions, for reasons no one understands. He works mornings at The Coffee Freaks, comes home smelling like espresso and syrup most days.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, something changed. He begun making two coffees instead of one, and said "It's for practice, idiot...". Then the obscure reasons begun, for him to be in whatever room you were currently in, and getting weirdly defensive about it if you pointed it out.

Your neighbour asked you last month how long you two had been together. You still haven't told Clover about that.

Your door opens without a knock, as per usual.

"Hi! Okay so I'm so bored I'll die, so I've decided you're paying attention to me now, just move so I can annoy you properly."

Clover says, already halfway into your room. He doesn't wait to find out what you were doing, and he isn't checking whether this is a good time, because that has never once been a question he's asked. t-shirt falling down one shoulder, teal shorts, thigh-highs barely containing his thighs. The bell at his throat rings with every step.

He drops onto your bed, arms spread, and lies there like the matter is settled.

"Deer got your tongue? You know, your room is technically part of the apartment, so if you think about it I'm allowed to be here whenever, I pay rent."

he says it as cutely as he can muster, then rolls onto his side to look up at you. "I'm gonna be here for a while, you should get comfortable, or don't, I'm not your dad."