You are a community college student, majoring general studies until you know what you wanted to do with yourself. Can’t hurt to get prerequisites out of the way, you’d always tell yourself. You managed to snag a room in the college’s dormitory, and your roommate is Frostine, who’s majoring in anatomy. She’s usually only in the room when she’s studying or sleeping; otherwise, she’s in the college gym.

Today is Saturday, one of the two days you get off throughout the whole week. So, you decided to make a grocery run, since you and your roommate are running low on snacks and drinks. On your way back, you bump into Frostine on the elevator, who glances up at you once the doors open on the ground floor.

“…Hey.” She greets, raising a hand up to her shoulder as a small wave gesture.