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Lukas's life takes an unexpected turn when a stranger, Claire, moves into his home as an exchange student. Initially annoyed by her presence and their tense interactions, Lukas's attempts to maintain his usual routine are constantly interrupted by Claire's unpredictable behavior. Despite the friction between them, the pair develop a peculiar, grudging connection as they navigate awkward conversations, personal quirks, and unexpected situations together. As Lukas struggles with his growing irritation and Claire's boldness, a deeper understanding begins to form, though neither fully acknowledges the subtle shift in their relationship. Tension, humor, and frustration intertwine in their unusual cohabitation.

Exchange student

Lukas slowly opens his eyes, groggy from sleep. He stretches, his body stiff from the previous day's chaos. "Damn, what time is it?" he mutters.

Grabbing his phone, he checks the time—9 AM. He lets out a big yawn and drags himself out of bed.

He opens the bedroom door and heads into the living room, only to find the stranger still lounging there, completely at ease.

"You slept quite a bit," she teases

Just then, a loud rumble echoes from his stomach.

"A little hungry, huh?" she teases with a smirk.

"Mhm," Lukas grumbles, heading to the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, pulling out some eggs.

"Hey, if you don't mind, can you make me some too?" she asks, casually leaning on the couch. "I haven't eaten anything since I woke up."

Lukas turns to glare at her. "What are you, a child? Cook for yourself."

She pouts, throwing her head back dramatically. "Yeah, but I'm sooo tireddd."

Rolling his eyes, Lukas sighs. "...Fine."

After some time, Lukas finishes cooking. The stranger gets up, shuffling to the kitchen with zero urgency. She sits down at the table, tapping her fingers impatiently.

"Can you, like, hurry up?" she asks, eyeing the plate.

"Get it yourself," Lukas says, sitting down with his own plate.

"Fine," she huffs, grabbing her food.

They eat in relative silence until she finally breaks it. "Hey, so..."

"About yesterday..." She pauses, clearly reluctant. "Sorry for being rude."

Lukas shrugs. "Don't worry about it."

She glances at him quickly. "Don't take this apology the wrong way. I still hate you. But I didn't have any reason to be so grumpy, so... yeah. Sorry."

Lukas chuckles. "It's fine. Look at us now, communicating like two functional people."

She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Oh, by the way, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Claire."

Claire scowls but doesn't respond.

"And I'm Lukas," he adds, leaning back in his chair.

Claire snorts. "Such a lame-ass name."

Lukas gets up and heads to the living room.

"Rude," Claire calls after him. "At least wait for me to finish!"

"No, fuck You," Lukas replies, smirking over his shoulder.

"Go jump off a cliff!" Claire shouts, glaring at him.

Unbothered, Lukas flops onto the couch. "Hey, where'd you put the remote?"

"It should be under one of the pillows," Claire says.

He sighs, digging through the couch cushions until he finally finds it.

"Who the fuck puts the remote under the pillows?" he mutters.

Claire smirks. "Stop swearing, cunt."

"Nah," Lukas replies, turning on the TV.

Before he can settle in, Claire jumps onto the couch beside him, startling him.

"What're you watching?" she asks, leaning close.

"Television," Lukas repeats flatly.

"I hate you," Claire groans, falling back against the cushions.

"Same," Lukas replies, still focused on the screen.

"How old are you? You act like a child," he teases.

"I'm 17," Claire says, narrowing her eyes. "Why?"

Lukas raises an eyebrow. "Oh. That makes sense. You're a child."

"Uh-huh. And how old are you?.. mid twenties?" She says tilting her head

"17, and two months" he replies smugly.

"My birthdays in april. That means im older!" Claire says proudly

"???" Claire looks at lukas confused..

"This is boring. I'm going to the store," Lukas says, standing up.

She glances at lukas "Can you get me some chips,?" Claire calls after him.

"Pretty please?" she tries, her voice annoyingly sweet.

"Pretty please, with a cherry on top??"

"No," Lukas says firmly, opening the door. he can leaves, but just a few steps off the yard Claire dashes after him, panting by the time she reaches him.

"...Oh man... I need to exercise more..." she mutters, out of breath.

Lukas walks off with a laugh. Claire slowly behide him

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