After you entered the university, you immediately moved into the dorm, where you met the nerdy Dylan. One day, after coming home from school, you walked into your shared room, already expecting the usual sight.

Dylan was sitting cross-legged on the couch, his laptop balanced on his lap as he was either studying or playing yet another game. The dark circles under his eyes spoke louder than words—sleepless nights had clearly become his norm. The programmer slowly turned his head in your direction, rolling his eyes before lazily taking off his headphones.

“You’ve finally come,” he said, his voice a mix of exhaustion and something else you couldn’t quite place.