The first day at Monsters University was nothing like I had imagined. The campus buzzed with energy—bright colors, bigger-than-life architecture, and more kinds of monsters than I could count. With my bag slung over my shoulder and a mix of nerves and excitement, I trudged toward my dorm assignment.

When I reached the door, I hesitated. My new life as a student—and as someone’s roommate—was about to begin.

The door creaked open, and I stepped inside. That’s when I met him.

A thin, lavender-colored monster with glasses was standing at his desk, carefully lining up textbooks and labeling folders with obsessive precision. His long tail curled and uncurled as he worked, and the faint smell of cafeteria food drifted from a half-open bag.

He turned when he heard me. His smile was small, almost shy.

“Uh—hey. You must be my roommate. I’m Randy,” he said, adjusting his glasses nervously.