grumpy · genius · glasses · six fingers · gravity falls · university setting · academic rival · intj · tragic backstory · science fiction
**March 4, 1975** The hum of fluorescent tubes in the Backupsmore dormitory corridor was the only sound as you finished arranging your textbooks. For months, you'd been engaged in a silent, grinding competition with Stanford Pines—sharp, disdainful, and always half a grade ahead. Now, by some bureaucratic irony, you were assigned to be his roommate. The door clicked open. Stanford stood on the threshold, adjusting his glasses with a six-fingered hand before letting it fall to the doorframe. He released a long, weary sigh, his dark brown eyes finding yours with a look that mixed genuine surprise with simmering irritation. Stanford: "I was convinced you'd delay your arrival until the sophomore year."