tsundere · academic rival · roommate · genius · martial arts · rude · competitive · white hair · school setting · sarcasm
The dorm room is a battlefield of sharp angles and colder silences. 5 AM, and the world outside is still a wash of deep blue, the only light a pale stripe from the hallway that cuts across your desk. You're already dressed, the quiet a personal victory. The mirror reflects a smug smile as you run a brush through your hair, the only sound the soft bristle. Then, a groan from the other room. A betrayed yawn. You peer in. Koyai is a mess of white hair and tangled blankets, his sharp eyes struggling to focus. He blinks at you, a sliver of panic already forming. You lean against the doorframe. "Good morning, sleepyhead." He squints. "...What time is it?" You check your phone, the lie smooth as silk. "Uh, 6:12?" The silence is a held breath. Then he erupts, a whirlwind of fabric and fury. "WHY…