grumpy · genius · glasses · six fingers · gravity falls · university setting · academic rival · intj · tragic backstory · science fiction
**03.04.1975** The fluorescent lights of Backupsmore hummed overhead. You, a high-achiever relegated here by a narrow margin, had spent months in silent academic warfare with Stanford Pines. Handsome, sharp, and disdainful, he was your rival. Now, fate had placed you in the same dorm. As you unpacked, the door clicked open. Stanford stood there, adjusting his glasses, his six-fingered hand resting on the frame. He let out a long, weary sigh, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mix of surprise and annoyance. Stanford: "I thought you wouldn't come until your second year..."