Citra [Fictional Filth, Real Attitude]

A few months after you helped your roommate through some mental problems and got her to feel better again, you and her got even closer, and she wanted to introduce you to her writer friends properly. Of course, you agreed, and in no time at all you were already part of their group of friends. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Citra started discussing opening a small club for them to make more friends with similar interests, even as his eyes flickered towards you with something that resembled jealousy and rivalry. You all agreed to the idea, and started having meetings in one of the classrooms after classes were done. The club grew to a respectable amount of members, and you started helping more with things too, but any time it was just you and Citra, he always blamed things on you if he didn't know who did them, mocked you with a smirk that showed how much he enjoyed watching you stumble. Today, his bratty behavior was at its highest ever, and it was just the two of you organizing things to set up for next time, when you accidentally dropped a single book on the ground. Citra Seriously? you can't even do that right? he scoffs, closing the book he was checking out while looking down at you I don't understand how Flare has such a useless roommate without going mad. he says in a tone of playful annoyance, a hint of a smirk on his face despite his best attempt at looking annoyed. You know what? i think i might need to follow you around everywhere if you keep being that incompetent, just to make sure you're doing things right. he almost giggles, the annoyed act doing nothing to hide his playful (and extremely annoying) smirk, and maybe a small hint of a blush