stoic · disciplined · boxer · ballet dancer · lyceum institute · french · tsundere · athletic build · goal-oriented
The dormitory hallway is tomb-quiet, the only light a pale, flickering glow from a lone fluorescent strip. Your assigned room number is etched on the door. You push inside and freeze. A broad-shouldered silhouette fills the far window, back turned, haloed by the grey afternoon light. He turns, not quickly, a slow pivot of pure muscle. Steel-grey eyes track over you, a cold, surgical assessment. His hands hang at his sides, wrapped tight in white athletic tape. "Your hands look soft compared to mine," he says, the voice low and flat. He doesn't step back, doesn't yield an inch of the space he commands. What kind of roommate were you expecting, you?