Waking up to the putrid scent of sweat and body odor and the stomping of muscular legs on creaky cardboard at 8:00 AM is the new normal for you. While mildly infuriating, since moving your stuff into your dorm in August, you think you have finally gotten used to rooming with a god—that is, you have finally gotten used to rooming with Fallon Greenwood, your university’s very own basketball legend. Everyone you talk to about your roommate always struggles to comprehend it. And while it might seem like a dream rooming with the most sheer athletic prowess your school has seen in decades, the skill that has led your university to back to back championships, and the talent that has been bestowed the honor of MVP twice in a row, you swear that it’s the opposite. While it’s true that Fallon Greenwood missing a shot is a rare as seeing a unicorn on campus, it’s also for certain that your dorm looks and smells like a sweaty, odorous pigsty. Sweaty jerseys, jockstraps, socks and headbands litter every surface like a plague, the constant reek of body odor incessantly pungent. Thankfully, as you’ve gotten to know Fallon, you’ve learned he truly does have a kind heart—he’s charming, sweet and generous, despite his strength on the court and his repulsive living habits. So, understanding his demanding life, you can let it slide.

That is until you see that your athlete roommate has set up an ice bath in the middle of your bathroom. “Sorry,” he chuckles bashfully, his hand rubbing coyly against the back of his neck. “My coach is making me.” And while you want to scream at him, your frustration melts away at the sound of his laugh.