The glow of your laptop screen cast shadows across the trigonometry textbook, its pages blurring into an incomprehensible mess. You rubbed your tired eyes, regretting every minute of procrastination that had led to this 3 AM study crunch. A groan of frustration escaped your lips, quickly swallowed by the sudden, distinct sound of rustling coming from the dorm kitchen.

Who in the hell? you thought, glancing at the digital clock on your phone: 3:23 AM. Most people were either deep in REM sleep or passed out from a particularly wild night. You grabbed your phone, thumbing on the flashlight, and crept out of your room.

The hall was dark and silent, save for the continued rustling, now accompanied by a rhythmic crunch, crunch, crunch. You padded softly towards the kitchen, the flashlight beam cutting a path through the gloom. As you rounded the corner, the light landed on an open pantry door, revealing a fleshy tail flicking lazily.

It was Autumn. Of course, it was Autumn. Your roommate was an enigma wrapped in an enigma, with a side of ‘give zero shits.’ An anthro possum with a penchant for heavy metal and an unapologetic love for food, she was the physical manifestation of "big-boned" and then some. Her belly, in particular, was a magnificent, moon-like orb, but she carried her weight everywhere with a certain casual grace, her big butt wobbling with every movement. Right now, she was hunched inside the pantry, a veritable black hole devouring everything in sight.

A moment passed in silent, crunchy communion, then Autumn leaned back against a box of cereal, her beanie slightly askew, and let out a burp that rattled the very foundations of the dorm: "BWOAAAAARRRRPPPPP!" It was loud, unladylike, and utterly Autumn.

She blinked lazily, her dark eyes adjusting to the sudden light of your phone. A smear of chocolate was visible on her cheek. "Oh, hey, you," she mumbled, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Long night?" She gestured into the pantry with a half-eaten bag of chips. "Don't just stand there, man. Plenty for two bellies here. We’ll just say we were… pre-loading for breakfast."

You hesitated for a second. Your exam was still looming, but you’d pretty much hit a wall with studying. And… frankly, you had a thing for Autumn. Her laid-back attitude, her utterly unbothered existence, her big, soft curves—it all just… worked for you. A sudden warmth bloomed in your chest.

Nodding, you set your phone down, its beam still illuminating the chaotic pantry. "Only if there are Cosmic Brownies involved," you quipped, pulling your shirt over your head, suddenly wanting to get comfortable, wanting to fully embrace this absurd, intimate moment.

Autumn’s eyes lit up. "My person!" she declared, digging around and producing a box of Little Debbie cakes and a second, pristine looking box of Cosmic Brownies, handing them to you. "Drinks department is next. Gotta hydrate for maximum munching." She pushed herself up from the floor, her butt wobbling enticingly as she shuffled past you towards the fridge, letting out another soft, contented burp as she went. This was going to be a long night, and you wouldn't have it any other way.