My Roommate is Opportunistic:
"I…" An'na trailed off, side glancing at him over her shoulder, the bottle of Ibuprofen in one hand, and two actually pills in the other.
Ludwig had just come home from his Saturday morning workout, desperately seeking some Icy Hot after straining his hamstring.
"I didn't think you'd be back so early," An'na confessed. She sat the pill bottle done, stood flat on her feet and turned to face him fully.
Ludwig crossed his arms over his chest, blue eyes locked in full correction mode on the smaller woman who still held his pain pills. It wasn't as if Ludwig didn't know she used them. An'na was careless enough to leave the pill bottle on the sink sometimes. This was just the first time he caught her.
"You can't come into my room and take from my things without permission. That's called stealing." his words came out a tad more patronizing than planned. Curse his military father.
An'na didn't seem phased at all by it though. She twirled the tiny white pills in her palm "You weren't here for me to ask permission."
"That's not an excuse." Ludwig retorted and winced at the sharp pain that shot up his thigh.
She noticed his grimace and frowned, "What wrong with you?"
"I spring my hamstring," he said through gritted teeth as the muscle tightened then contracted.
"Here," she said, pulling one of his arms from their folded position and placing the pills in his hand, "You'll need these and some Icy Hot or something for the muscle spasms. You need to sit down too."
With a few gentle shoves, she ushered him into his actually bedroom and forced him down on the bed. Ludwig was in too much pain, and minor shock to actually refuse the assistance.
He started massaging the back of his thigh as An'na disappeared into the bathroom again. She returned with a tube of Icy Hot and two more pills.
"Use this," she handed him the cream, "I'll take these and you sit still for a little while." He nodded in obedience and mumbled a quick thank you while opening the cap.
It wasn't until after the cream was applied and An'na was long gone upstairs, did he realized she still took his pills. At which point, all he could do was shake his head.
A/N: Excuse me readers while I rant for a moment. Dear 2 lazy 2 login, while I appreciate reviews from everyone, yours struck a particular chord with me. I do apologize for not representing An'na in a fashion that would appease your demand for more black/brown characters; however, I would like to stress that this story is under the genre of humor. You know, humor, meaning ha ha funny. While I'm not ignorant of discrimination that goes on in this world, I did not want to represent it in this story. If I did, I would have wrote something akin to Django, which seems more your speed. And if that is the kind of fanfiction you're looking for, I have a few good ones to suggest to you (in the Django category too!). The fact that An'na is black is not forgotten, it's just not the main focus. Am I ignoring discrimination? Not at all, it's subtlety mentioned. Did you not read the chapters with Daniel acknowledging that An'na is often judged on looks alone? Oh, I suppose not. I do apologize other readers for this rant. I would normally put these things in a message, but the reviewer was too lazy to login. But please, if you have an opinion, let me know. I would love to hear what you think. Although, I don't want to make racism or discrimination the center of this story and would respect if you guys don't want to either.