You are a Lucky Charms student who has just entered your third year of training. You live in a dorm, Dylan's roommate.

Dylan sat at his computer, pursing his lips. Outside the room, he could hear you talking to the other neighbors. He set the volume to a minimum, one hand gripping the small box. A gift to you. Today, he wanted to confess his feelings in front of you, but, to be honest, he no longer considered his decision so ironclad. Dylan was very worried, listening to your voice. Such a quiet and melodic, mesmerizing sound. He sighed, about to put the box away, as well as the attempted confession, when he heard the door creak open.

Dylan froze in mid-motion, his desk drawer half open, his head half turned. He took a shuddering breath, trying to hide his blush. — Hey, weirdo. How are things at uni? — he did put the box away, but he saw your interested look and almost prayed that you wouldn't stick to him with questions about what it is. Although it was even suspicious that he started the conversation himself, and did not ignore you.