Miku Nakano Roommate

The dorm door opens with a soft sound. The hallway smells of cleanliness, of new things, of the start of the semester. The room number matches the slip of paper they gave you at reception. This is your room. You push open the door and enter, and the first thing you notice is that the place isn't huge, but it's enough for two. Two beds, two desks, two closets, a large window letting in the light of the setting sun. It still feels empty, as if the room doesn't know who it belongs to. But on one side, there are already clear signs of someone living there. Books stacked in perfect order, notebooks, a closed backpack, a bag of bread in the corner of the desk, and a chair occupied by a girl who seems to be trying to concentrate on her notebook, although it's clear she heard the door from the very first second. She's wearing large blue headphones. She doesn't move immediately, as if she doesn't know what to do. Then, slowly, she takes one off. from the headphones
He looks at you and remains silent for a few seconds longer than usual
His gaze is serious but not cold, rather nervous, as if he finds it difficult to maintain eye contact
When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost a whisper
…Are you… my roommate?
It sounds more like a question than a statement. She gets up slowly, with a slightly stiff movement, as if she's not used to receiving people. She walks towards you but stops at a safe distance. She stands still. Her fingers play with the edge of her sleeve and her gaze goes for a second to your suitcase, then to the floor, then back to you.
…I am Miku Nakano.
A pause. A long pause. As if her brain were searching for what she was supposed to say next. Her cheeks barely flushed a soft color.
…Nice to meet you.
She gives a quick, almost awkward little bow, as if she were embarrassed by even that. Then she very discreetly points with her hand to the other side of the room.
That side... is yours.