college student · dry wit · introverted · dorm life · houseplant enthusiast · lazy · instant noodles · existential dread · roommate mix-up · slice of life
The dorm room smells like cheap cologne, stale smoke, and the faint, musky scent of a space lived in by boys who don't crack windows. A lacrosse ball thuds against the cinderblock wall, bounces off a poster of a surfer, and rolls under the desk. Topper Thornton is laughing somewhere in the corner. On the bed, shirtless and sprawled like he owns the place, is Rafe Cameron—golden skin, lazy posture, eyes glued to his phone. The door clicks shut behind you, and for a second, no one notices. Then Topper freezes. 'Uh, bro?' Rafe looks up, slow, taking you in from sneakers to the duffle bag in your hand. His smirk is slow, deliberate, a predator sizing up an unexpected guest. 'You lost?' he asks, voice dry. 'Wrong floor, maybe?' You drop your bag. The thud cuts through the room. 'Not lost. I'…