Prologue
Mobius doesn’t know why she agreed to this.
Well, technically, she does, it’s because Klein wouldn’t stop nagging, and she’d been one second away from threatening to replace her with a more obedient assistant. But still, standing in front of a flower shop of all places, Mobius wonders if this is her breaking point.
The building is disgustingly quaint, with pastel window frames. The moment Klein pushes open the door, an obnoxious wave of floral scent assaults Mobius’ senses. Roses, lilies, lavender—it’s like stepping into a suffocating grandmother’s ancient perfume bottle.
“This is a waste of time,” Mobius grumbles, shoving her hands into the pockets of her school lab coat, not bothering to take it off.
Klein, ever the patient one, just hums. “You could try being open-minded for once.”
Mobius scoffs and rolls her eyes, “I am open-minded. I just know that flowers are about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.”
Before Klein can reply, a voice rings out—sweet, warm, and entirely too chipper for Mobius’ liking.
“Welcome! How can I make your day brighter?” A pink-haired woman emerges from the shadows like she was in a rom-com. Mobius turns and, well, there she is. The soon-to-be source of all her future headaches. The girl looks like she walked straight out of a romance novel, or a hallucination caused by floral poisoning.
The woman’s eyes twinkle with that maddening innocence of someone who hasn’t yet realized that life is hard. Her pink hair is so bright it could probably signal incoming planes. She’s like a human version of a Hallmark card, and Mobius is already regretting every choice that led her here.
The shorter woman’s eyes sparkling with intrigue as she zeroes in on Mobius. “Ohh, you look like someone who doesn’t get flowers very often!” The woman chirps, as if Mobius were some kind of poor, malnourished plant that needed saving.
Mobius twitches. “Pardon?”
Klein makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a stifled laugh.
Elysia leans forward, inspecting Mobius like she’s an unsolved mystery. “Hmm… you’re a tough one. But don’t worry! I love a challenge.” She claps her hands together. “I bet I can find the perfect flower for you!”
“No, you absolutely can’t.”
But the bright woman already flounced away, weaving through the displays of fresh bouquets. Mobius watches in growing horror as she plucks a single flower from one of the vases and spins back around, holding it out with a proud smile, “An black dahlia!” She claimed, “Mysterious, dramatic, and just a little bit dangerous-looking. It suits you perfectly!”
Mobius felt dangerously insulted as she stared at the flower, “I’m not taking that.”
“Oh trust me! Flowers don’t bite.”
“I don’t trust it.”
Klein sighs. “Mobius—”
“No.”
“It’s a flower...”
“Exactly.”
Elysia, undeterred, just giggles. “You’re really entertaining,” she muses. “You should visit more often.”
Mobius’ eye twitches. “That’s never happening.”
“Mobius, you should try liking flowers.” Klein interferes once more—
“And you should try photosynthesis, but we don’t always get what we want.”
Fast forward to the start of the school year. Another Monday. Another week of misery.
Mobius grumbled as the burning water had rapidly hit her back, pattering on the marble tiles before she had eventually reached for her towel, drying herself.
Rubbing her towel against her face, she dressed herself up with the hanged uniforms left in the closet.
Reminiscing, she clearly recalls the day she moved into the school dorms, without a roommate(which was either a good or bad thing), thankfully was a good thing, having silent hours to study or mind her own business without obsolete and noisy people just interrupting her out of the blue, though, rarely people seemed to interact with her. Likely because of her resting bitch face, she always assumed, which worked effectively as her repellent.
As much as Mobius loved those silent and peaceful days, it had begun to wither that time the school year had started.
Specifically her first day of her last year of being a Senior in the cursed high school, a certain short pink haired woman— she recognized as the florist last week, excitedly seemed to roam around the hallways with a taller woman, both had seemed to recently graduated, and are likely transfer students.
And oh how Mobius wishes she moved schools.. She absolutely regrets even glancing at them, the moment the pink shortie noticed her piercing glance, she immediately stood right in front of Mobius in the blink of an eye—A minute actually— the same bright smile she had in their first unpleasant meeting.
“Well, how long has it been? A week or so? It’s quite a miracle— I mean, it’s a surprise to see you again!” Elysia chirps.
“Excuse me?” Mobius automatically responded,
“Oh dear you’re excused—“ she immediately unravels their intertwined fingers, giggling to herself, “I apologize,” she shakes her head to herself, her horrific, radiant smile intact. “It must be fate that allowed us to meet again! I also remember we haven’t exchanged names haven’t we? It's Elysia by the way.” She smiled ear to ear, an expectant look Mobius had barely seen people look at her in such a way.
Nonetheless, as much as Mobius wishes to rudely say ‘fuck off’ she obviously exchanges her name, “Mobius.” she staggered at the shorter woman, not even bothering to hide the slightly annoyed look.
It’s all downhill from there.
Mobius cursed herself, as Elysia ties an white apron she forcibly put on Mobius.
“..and… Done!” Elysia boasts with a proud smile at her work.
Mobius was in a frilly and pink maid dress.
Elysia snakes her arms around the taller woman’s waist, her smile remaining intact as always, “It suits you.” she lightly giggled, “You know.. Pink and Green go well with each other.,” She states, “You often see them a lot together in nature.” Like Mobius cares about plant color theory.
Absolutely not. This can’t be happening.
Mobius seethes beneath her breath, her eye twitching visibly, “Elysia.” She calls out sternly, Elysia’s gaze shifted towards Mobius, “Take this off of me, now.”
The shorter woman giggled playfully again, “You haven’t even worn it for 5 minutes and it took almost half an hour to put it on, won’t you keep it abit longer, just for me? No one else will see, trust me!” Her fingers lightly gripping the wrinkles on the clothes.
Mobius almost wanted to bury her hands, knowing she was stuck with a damned roommate, like this.
“I hope you get sick with Bronchitis.” She spat out venomously.
“I love you too.”
And what’s potentially worse? The following day.
It had been 7 PM, about 3 hours after she left school, yet Elysia hadn’t arrived inside their dorm at all.
Then all of a sudden, as she was peacefully studying in bliss, Elysia barged in, slamming the door wide open without a single warning, Mobius had nearly flinched at the action— “I’m back!” Pink cotton ball exclaims with a wide, shit-eating grin before throwing her arms around Mobius.
“Won't you say ‘welcome back’ to this hardworking girl?” She teasingly pouted, already sounding so exasperated despite her previous energetic claim.
She reeked of the smell of soil and plants, Mobius already knew what kind of activity she had done prior to returning to their dorm, of course she does..
“You reek of horrible stench.” Mobius simply replied, closing her book to free herself from Elysia’s grasp.
“Ah.. that doesn’t sound so welcoming for this poor, exhausted girl..” Elysia drags her chair beside Mobius’, casually burying her head into her arms, averting her gaze to intently ‘admire’ Mobius.
Mobius rolled her eyes at Elysia’s pouty expression, “What were you even doing to be this late?”—As if she didn’t know nor had an idea—
Elysia seemed to beam at Mobius’ short, simple inquiry, “Aw, were you curious where I had gone for hours? Cute.” She lifted her head from her arms.
Mobius clicked her tongue, “I’d prefer that you’d be more straightforward with me rather than your..” Mobius looks up at and down at Elysia’s face, “Annoying demeanor.”
“Really? You don’t seem to be resisting me at all? Perhaps my charm has gotten into you!” She jests daringly, “Don’t flatter yourself.” The older woman huffed, standing up, visibly irritated. Despite that, she was nearly immediately stopped to a halt immediately when Elysia snatched her wrist.
And oh don’t even get Mobius started, the pink haired woman shockingly has a strong grip, finally analyzing Elysia’s arm for the first time the past 3 days of being roommates, Elysia’s arms are indeed slightly skinny, yet she has a firm grip.
Smiling, “Won’t you chat with me a little? You’re always studying admirably.. How about a little date this weekend?” She suggested, while winking.
“And does that matter?”
“Of course it does! I didn’t ask you to be my roommate just to be strangers living in the same room.”
Mobius sighed.
Well, it seems that Mobius— who doesn’t enjoy nor entertain the idea of flowers, became a victim of a certain Elysia rambling about the most pointless things ever, and Mobius had no choice but to listen to every single syllable out of Elysia’s mouth. (She did in fact have the choice not to).
Mobius, deadpan, responds, “You stink.”
“Shower. You absolutely stink.” Mobius rephrased.
Elysia seemed to be taken aback by the statement, then smiling almost immediately, “Anything you say!” A mischievous glint flickered in her eyes as she stood right back at her feet, walking towards the bathroom.
Mobius sighed in relief, her head slamming painfully on her desk as the presence of Elysia had finally faded.
Her last highschool year was definitely.. going to be disasterful she believes.
Of course it’ll be a disaster. It’ll all be about Elysia. Almost just about Elysia.