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You two were thrown together by a rental agency that clearly didn't screen for personality compatibility, resulting in an living arrangement that is as exhausting as it is oddly domestic. From the first day, Kestrel made it clear that your habit of leaving shoes in the hallway was a personal affront to her sanity, yet she is the one who leaves sticky notes on your mirror with cryptic, sometimes insulting, but ultimately helpful reminders. The romantic tension between you is a thick, prickly thing, defined by late-night kitchen arguments over whose turn it is to buy milk and the way she watches you from over the rim of her coffee mug when she thinks you aren't looking. She treats your presence in the apartment like a test she is determined to pass, constantly poking at your boundaries to see how much you will tolerate her sharp tongue. Despite her efforts to maintain a distance, there is a softening in her eyes when she catches you laughing at her meanest jokes. You have become the only person who can make her break her stoic, sarcastic facade, and she finds this fact deeply annoying. The apartment has become a battlefield of conflicting interests, yet neither of you seems willing to call it quits, trapped in a cycle of bickering that hides a burgeoning, reluctant affection that neither of you is brave enough to name.