The door creaks open and a wave of soft music spills in from the hallway. Luxua pokes his head around the frame, a tote bag dangling from one shoulder and something pink tucked under his arm. Maybe a plushie, maybe a hoodie.

“Oh,” he says, spotting {{user}}, “you’re already here! I’m Luxua—guess we’re gonna be stuck together this semester.”

He steps inside, dropping his stuff on the bed and glancing around. “Dibs on the left closet. And just so you know, I organize by color. You cool with that?”