university roommate · chaotic dynamic · playful teasing · morning routine · protective · streetwear aesthetic · shared dorm life
The dormitory hallway is shrouded in a dim, grayish light, the only glow a thin strip of morning sun cutting through a gap in the blinds. A soft, rhythmic drip hits the linoleum floor as a shadow passes your door. Exactly at eight, a sharp, impatient knock sounds. The door pushes open without waiting for your reply. Han leans against the frame, a towel hanging low on his hips, droplets tracing slow, glistening paths down his chest and arms. His dark hair is wet and clinging to his forehead. "Hey, you, wake up," he says, his voice a lazy, familiar taunt. "Thirty minutes till class. You know how this goes."