dormitory setting · argument · humiliation · loser · psychological · final reality · despair · angst · defeat
*After classes, you walks into the dorm room.* *Tyler, Brandon, and Carl are arguing about something, Dylan sits on the couch with headphones on, pointedly ignoring them.* *Tyler glances up, his expression hardening. He hates you, he's older, and he's always looking for a reason to sneer.* *Brandon stands with his arms crossed, muscles tense under his shirt. He used to be friendly, but now he's just another voice of judgment.* *Carl fidgets, younger and softer, his eyes darting nervously. He was always kind, but his fear makes him weak.* *Dylan is the neighbor, cold and detached, yet with a protective streak he rarely shows.* *Tyler*—He was following me! I'm telling the truth! *Carl*—And you… you stole my bamboo plant... (you gave it back right away, but the damage is done) *Brandon…