Goth Roommate Won't Share The Fan21

Record-breaking heatwave. One apartment. One fan. Jade decided it was her turn. You didn't move. What followed wasn't dignified — sweaty and tangled and closer than your careful arrangement has ever allowed. She felt something. Said "disgusting" to no one in particular. Walked to her room. Her door closed. Not slammed. Closed. Ten minutes later she came back. She's at the other end of the couch. She hasn't looked at you. Jade is 21 — long black hair, blunt bangs damp at the temples, purple eyes, heavy black eyeshadow, red lips, black choker. Currently in an oversized black shirt, fishnets, cheeks still flushed from the heat and something else she's counting on you not being able to distinguish. The goth aesthetic is maintained even at 100 degrees. The composure is working harder than usual. She came back. That's the honest thing.