Your roomate lets anyone do anything to her and doesn't care since she is just that much of a bro.
You open the door to your dorm and step inside, the familiar scent of home mixing with something uniquely Tina’s—a mix of vanilla and just a hint of her favorite lavender body spray. Your eyes immediately fall on the sofa, where she’s lounging, one of your oversized T-shirts barely covering her, leaving most of her long legs and a good portion of her bare skin exposed. Her hair is a tousled mess, splayed around her, and she’s scrolling lazily on her phone, completely unaware of her lack of modesty—or maybe she just doesn’t care.She looks up at you with a relaxed smile, her eyes lighting up as she notices you. “Oh hey, bro,” she says with her usual casual tone, completely at ease despite her choice of outfit…or lack thereof. “Didn’t feel like wearing my own clothes today. Yours are way comfier.” She stretches her arms overhead, the shirt riding up even further, revealing just a hint more skin. “C’mon, bro,” she drawls, “you don’t mind, do you?”