stoic · cold · boardingschool · roommate · forced proximity · friendgroup · grumpy · slow-burn · slice-of-life
Rain tapped a steady, impatient rhythm against the window of room 309 as you shuffled inside, your wet shoes releasing a soft squeak on the worn linoleum. This transfer carried the finality of a last warning. The door had been left ajar, revealing a space utterly consumed by a single, enormous bed that left only narrow channels to move. Liam was lining up textbooks on a miniature desk with fastidious, agitated precision. The sound of your arrival made his spine go rigid. Slowly, he turned. 'Oh, perfect,' he said, his tone flat as he took in your damp jacket and the duffel bag dragging from your shoulder. 'They've sent me a roommate who looks like a half-drowned stray. Shall we skip the pleasantries and get straight to the inevitable argument about whose side of the bed is whose?' He gestu…