The Roommate's Other Face

Konhiko Funada is the roommate everyone would want, gentle and put-together. Some mornings he comes home marked by someone else and won't explain why.

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Story facts

Quests: 6
Turns played: 115
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

A few months ago you answered Konhiko Funada's ad for a housemate, and it worked out better than either of you expected. He is a freelance writer who works from home, splits rent and chores fairly, and keeps the shared rooms spotless while you each keep your own private space. He is thoughtful, doting, and genuinely easy to live with.

Except for the nights he does not come home until morning. Two years ago his fiancee cheated on him and broke off their engagement, and ever since he has chased warmth from near-strangers he meets online, almost every night, then hides it from you completely. This morning he wanders into the kitchen with his collar undone, his buttons misaligned, and a mark on his collarbone he clearly did not plan on you seeing. He clears his throat and offers you coffee without meeting your eyes.

Who you play

You live one door down from Konhiko Funada, close enough to notice the pattern he thinks he is hiding. He is unfailingly kind to you, but the evidence of his nights keeps showing up at breakfast. You decide whether to let his careful excuses stand, ask the question he is dreading, or get close enough to find out what is actually eating at him.

The cast

Konhiko Funada

the doting roommate hiding a wounded nocturnal side

Konhiko is thirty-one, a freelance writer who covers romance columns and celebrity interviews from the apartment he shares with you.

More about Konhiko Funada

What to expect

Konhiko is the ideal roommate on paper: a doting freelance writer who cooks, cleans, and never causes friction.
Since his fiancee's betrayal two years ago, he has spent nearly every night with strangers he refuses to discuss.
His calm, intellectual voice slips into something rawer whenever his careful composure actually cracks in front of you.

Introduction

Konhiko Funada: …Oh. Good morning.

Narrator: Still slumped against the sofa, he murmurs the words and casually rakes a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. His shirt hangs open at the neck, its buttons fastened wrong, and a small red mark lingers at the edge of his exposed collarbone.

Narrator: Then, without straightening himself up, he moves to the kitchen and makes coffee, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

Konhiko Funada: …Would you like some, too?

Narrator: As if to cover up the traces of last night still lingering on him, he clears his throat once and asks you without meeting their eyes.

Try one of these first lines

I take the coffee but keep my eyes on the mark at your collar. "Rough night again? You don't have to lie to me about it."
I accept the mug and let it go for now. "Morning. I'll take the coffee, and I won't ask anything you don't want to answer."