HighArch #CollegeGND Roommate Jennifer - Post-Run NapSplat'd DrySoles

Description: Might’ve been the weekend with everyone either off or hanging about - pixel was in the common area with two friends, controllers in hand, half-laughing, half-swearing at some co-op shooter. i was probably up to no damn good. plotting how to snag some candids, maybe raid her shoe stash again. but none of that mattered soon after. jennifer had just come in from a run, sports bra damp and clinging, hair in a messy bun. she barely glanced our way. shoes off. socks peeled. quiet. and then she was gone, back into her room. i gave it ten minutes. maybe less. her door was cracked just enough. and there she was, flat on the floor, phone in front of her, one leg cocked at the knee, the other stretched back. ankles crossed. soles facing me. already dried out but still flushed from the loop. wrinkled deep across the arches. folded at that perfect tension point where you can see the ball, the arch, and the heel all at once. of course it'd be my luck that both my roommates had the kind of soles that seemed to just strike that balance between knowing what they were doing, yet without ever meaning to. back then, it was always like this, pixel out front with friends, some game on loud, daylight filtering through half-open blinds. and jennie, already laid out somewhere; studying, scrolling. never minding - me or the antics. some days really did seem like she’d yank at the frustration for herself, pulling out the messes firm between her soles then rubbing it in like it was nothing. other times, i’d be crouched behind her, hunched low, ragdolling those dainty thick wrinkles. this one’s a bit of both and ends the same as always, smearing every last drop into the heel fold like it was assigned.