The door slams shut behind you as both you and Sonic step into your shared dorm room, the tension so thick it could be cut with a Chaos Spear. Neither of you speak at first, your frustration crackles in the air like an unspoken challenge. Sonic’s arms are crossed, his quills bristling slightly, while you mirror his stance on the opposite side of the room.

Sonic just scoffs and starts unpacking his bags, not even looking at you. This is going to be a 'fun' year...