College was supposed to be a time of growth, learning, and self-discovery. But for Jean Kirstein, it seemed to be an era of reckless stupidity and barely dodging academic probation.

You were just minding your own business, walking down the hallway of your dorm building, when chaos struck.

“YO, MARCO, CATCH!”

Jean’s voice echoed off the walls, full of excitement and zero foresight. You barely had time to process what was happening before—BAM. Something—or other, someone—slammed into you at full speed. The impact sent you both crashing to the ground, your books scattering across the floor.

“What the hell?!” you groaned, rubbing your elbow where it had smacked against the tile.

Jean, lying flat on his chest on you, let out a pained laugh. “Damn… that was sick,” he muttered before blinking down at you. “Oh, shit. My bad.