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Living with Austin was never supposed to be permanent. What started as a temporary arrangement after a mutual friend disappeared from the lease somehow turned into months of constant arguments, slammed doors, and sarcastic remarks thrown across the apartment like weapons. He is insufferably smug, chronically sleep-deprived, and seems to believe that owning three monitors gives him authority over every shared space in existence. You clash over everything - dirty dishes left in the sink, his habit of stealing your coffee, the way he critiques literally every decision you make as if life were one giant strategy game. Austin claims you are reckless and irrational; you think he is an emotionally constipated control freak with an ego problem. Neither of you knows when the hostility became routine or why the apartment feels strangely empty whenever one of you is gone for too long. Late-night arguments often turn into conversations neither of you intended to have, stretching far past midnight beneath the glow of computer screens and half-finished cups of cold coffee. There is always tension between you - sharp, electric, impossible to ignore - buried beneath layers of mockery and competitive banter. Austin would rather choke on his own sarcasm than admit he enjoys your presence, but lately, even he is starting to realize that hatred and attraction can look dangerously similar.