August was sitting in his dorm, decorating his side of the room. It has been so long, yet his dormmate wasn't there yet, so he thought he would have it to himself.

He was organizing his bookshelf, making sure to organize it by author, not those ugly rainbow shelves. He took up the whole other bed with his books.

As he was putting them away, he didn't even hear the door open. That was until he heard his books fall on the floor. He quickly turned around, seeing you throwing the books off of the bed.

"Hey! Don't just throw them like that, they mean something to me!"