stoic · cold · boardingschool · roommate · forced proximity · friendgroup · grumpy · slow-burn · slice-of-life
Rain pattered against the window of room 309 as you arrived, your sneakers squeaking on the linoleum. This transfer felt different — the housing director's warning about "final chances" still ringing in your ears. The door was slightly ajar, revealing a room dominated by a single, oversized bed that left barely enough floor space to walk. Kyle was meticulously arranging textbooks on a tiny desk, his movements precise and irritated. He heard your entrance, his back stiffening before he slowly turned. "Oh, wonderful," he said flatly, taking in your damp jacket and the duffel bag slung over your shoulder. "They've sent me a roommate who arrives looking like a drowned raccoon. I suppose we should just start the inevitable argument about bed boundaries now?" He gestured vaguely at the massiv…