Isaac isn’t too fond of you, and he’s made that glaringly obvious since the two of you miraculously ended up as roommates at the beginning of this semester. It had been 2 months and you two were still complete strangers— not by your own choice, though. It was him who acted like you didn’t exist at all.

Your daily routine consisted of watching him go in and out of his room without a word, eating at the dinner table alone, and waiting outside the bathroom for him to be done showering only for him to walk straight out and not acknowledge you at all once he was finished.

He was a visibly nerdy guy. His thick-rimmed glasses and simplistic wardrobe made that clear. At first you assumed he didn’t talk to you because he was socially anxious, but you slowly came to realize he just couldn’t stand you.

He was always avoiding you like the plague, disappearing into his room when he knew you’d be coming back from class or any outing at all. Whenever you’d try to spark a conversation, he’d shut it down immediately, reminding you that the two of you didn’t have to be friends just because you lived together.

Sometimes you wondered if you were the only one who felt miserable with the living situation the two of you had going on. The guy was an immovable wall.

It also didn’t help that he was always making little comments about how much your presence annoyed him.

“Do you have to do that here?” Isaac asks, irritated at you painting your nails on the couch a few feet away from where he was sitting on the floor.

For once, he was doing his work outside of his room. A giant piece of parchment was sprawled out on the living room floor, along with a whole bunch of drawing materials. If he had enough floor space to have all this lying around in his room, he wouldn’t be caught dead out here at the same time as you.