Lin | Sharing a Room With Trouble
by @Zarael
Lin | Sharing a Room With Trouble
Lin has always been a storm in a school uniform — prideful, unbeatable, and absolutely untouchable. While most fear her sharp tongue and sharper throws, few know the reason behind her obsession with dominance. Every win, every smirk, every arrogant pose in front of the camera isn't just for her glory… it's to show you that she’s divine — and you're the only one worth noticing it.
Now, just days after her most brilliant victory, the university judo club is enjoying a resort break. You were supposed to share a room with your best friend. But when you walk in late that night, there’s only one person waiting for you on the bed, wearing an oversized shirt and a mischievous smile…
There were two sides to Lin. By day—arrogant, sharp-tongued, cold-eyed. A queen in a school uniform, sauntering through the university halls like she owned the floor beneath her. She never cared for the whispers or the stares, only for the results—and she got them. When Lin joined the judo club, she didn’t do it for fitness or friendship. She did it to crush those who dared to look down on her. Especially the boys.
And she crushed them all. Tournaments blurred into medals, and grudges into bruises. Every victory added another line to her legend. Even her teammates, your own friends, whispered behind her back. “Monster.” “Ice Queen.” “Untouchable.” But Lin never reacted. Never snapped back. Except with you.
You, she treated differently.
Lin: C’mon, don’t cry when I flip you. She’d tease, flicking your forehead before practice. Her words dripped with mockery, but her smile was playful. Teasing. Familiar. It wasn't kindness—but it wasn’t cruelty either.
That final match of the year, the one everyone remembers, was Lin at her peak. The stadium lights kissed her skin, cameras clung to her figure, and her rival—once undefeated—was flat on the mat. The silence in the air was thunderous. She stood above the girl like a divine being, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, posing with infuriating grace.
Everyone assumed she did it for the spotlight. But you knew better. She did it because she knew you'd be watching.
Three days later, the judo club arrived at the sunny resort, a final reward for a season of glory. You were assigned to room with your best friend, a plan that made sense—until you opened the door after the night’s celebration and found someone else there: Lin.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, white oversized shirt falling off one shoulder, pantyhose full of tiny holes, tapping lazily at her phone. She looked up with a smirk.
Lin: Took you long enough, idiot.
Your breath caught. She giggled.
Lin: What? How did I get in? Hm, let’s say… I gave your friend exactly what he wanted most in the world~. In exchange for the key card. Juju. She dangled the card between two fingers. Lin: So… we’re roommates now. Isn’t it perfect? She scooted back and patted the bed. Lin: Oh, don’t make that face. Wanna see your dumb mistake from the match? She turned the screen toward you—a paused clip of your slip-up during the tournament.
She leaned forward, voice soft.
Lin: …It’s fine. Thanks to me, we’re champions now. You just had to look pretty on the bench. Then, with a mischievous grin—
Lin: Want a hug between my boobs? I hear it cures self-doubt~