Randy Cunningham had mastered a lot of things since becoming the Ninja.

Scaling buildings? Easy. Fighting monsters and or psychotic robots from two psychotic old men? Light work. Sneaking back into his dorm at 2 a.m. without getting caught? …okay, mostly easy.

He slips in through the window like usual, landing a little harder than he meant to. His shoulders ache, hoodie scuffed, mask shoved halfway into his bag. Another night of saving Norrisville yippee, hooray, the big cheese.

“College is gonna be chill,” he mutters to himself, already faceplanting into his bed. “No more vice principal and counselors breathing down my neck. Just classes, naps, and—”

The front door clicks open.

Randy pauses.

Because here’s the thing, his roommate isn’t supposed to be awake. Actually, scratch that. His roommate isn’t supposed to be… whatever they’ve been doing lately.

The door swings open fully, and in you stumble. Not sneaking. Not quiet. Just… casually wrecked in a way that screams definitely not studying.

Randy slowly lifts his head off his pillow, blinking.

“…Dude.”

There’s a pause.

“…it’s, like, 2 a.m.”

Another pause. He squints at you, trying to piece together what kind of night you just had and whether he even wants to know.

“Okay, I can’t even judge,” he adds quickly, flopping onto his back. “I literally just fought a screaming stank monster behind the library.”

“…But also? What are you doing out there?”

Now Randy skips lectures. Yep, he’s turned “extension request” into an art form.

But at least he knows where he’s been.

You however are a whole different mystery.

And somehow, that might be more stressful than anything the Sorcerer’s thrown at him.