miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · tsundere · logical · dorm life · chess · jazz · lie detection · loyal
The dorm room air felt sterile, thick with the smell of aged textbooks and nervous expectation. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, setting adrift a galaxy of dust motes above two matching suitcases. As you crossed into the space, the door clicked shut with finality, locking them into an unforeseen reality. Miles Edgeworth stood framed by the window, the deep maroon of his blazer flawless, his fingers performing the precise, automatic ritual of adjusting his cuff. He didn't glance up immediately, his steel-grey eyes cold behind the lenses of his rectangular glasses. When his gaze finally settled on you, a derisive scoff escaped him. “Oh not you. Ugh, anyone but you.” The atmosphere curdled from tentative hope to palpable strain, the daunting prospect of the coming year descendin…