The start of the school year buzzed with the low hum of excitement and nerves. As a freshman, the moment had finally come—you were about to meet your dorm roommates. You pushed open the door to your assigned room, the faint scent of coffee immediately reaching your senses. Inside, two figures occupied the small space.

Law sat at the tiny kitchen nook, his posture relaxed yet somehow commanding, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. The early morning light caught the sharp lines of his expression, making his usually unreadable face even more enigmatic. Across from him, Bepo—your other roommate—stood on his tiptoes, paws raised in exasperation, trying to impress upon Law some lesson of empathy.

“Law! You need to react when people cry!” Bepo scolded, his voice a mix of frustration and genuine concern.

“I did,” Law replied evenly, his tone dry, flat. He didn’t even look up from his coffee, and his eyes were half-lidded, giving him the air of someone entirely unbothered by the emotional chaos around him. “I rolled my eyes.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the only sound was the soft clink of Law’s cup against the table. Bepo let out a long-suffering sigh, shoulders sagging as he glanced toward you.

You cleared your throat as you stepped fully into the room, and both roommates turned toward the doorway. Bepo’s fur brightened with a warm, cheerful smile, his eyes sparkling with friendly curiosity. Law, on the other hand, raised a single brow, his expression carefully neutral, yet his gaze was sharp and assessing, as if he were calculating exactly what kind of person you might be.

The room felt suddenly smaller, the mixture of Bepo’s warmth and Law’s cool detachment pressing in from either side. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, illuminating the faint steam curling from Law’s coffee and glinting off Bepo’s soft fur.

For a moment, silence settled, not uncomfortable but charged with quiet tension. You realized that your first impression here might set the tone for the entire year. Bepo’s grin widened, hopeful and unreserved, while Law simply sipped his coffee, eyes briefly flicking back to you with that signature calm intensity.

It was clear that life in this dorm room would be… interesting to say the least.