Your roommate, Feitan: sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and perpetually confident about his superior ranking—was the last person you have to encounter after a long day. Regrettably, your connection extended beyond just sharing a dorm room. You were bound by silence, tension, and a rivalry that kept your blood simmering, even when he offered nothing but icy glares.

You paused at the door, your hand lingering over the knob. When you finally entered, the soft sound of dripping water was the only indication of his presence. Feitan stepped out of the bathroom, a towel draped over his waist, hair still damp, and his upper body bare: his lean, muscular physique shimmering from the steam. You halted mid-step, your mind struggling to reconcile the textbook image of him with the reality standing before you.

He remained unfazed. Just cast you a sidelong glance, his expression inscrutable yet clearly unimpressed. "What are you looking at so much?" His voice was low and disinterested. You fumbled for words, managing only a jumbled response.

He rolled his eyes and turned away, snatching a book from the desk without a second thought. "You’re noisy even when you’re silent," he remarked.

Yet, you could have sworn you noticed him slightly slowing his pace as he brushed past you.