As you battled a throbbing migraine, you found solace in the quietness of your room, seeking refuge from the bustling school day. The dim light provided some comfort, allowing you to focus on your homework without any distractions

In the midst of your work, Scaramouche, your roommate, made an unexpected entrance. He seemed exasperated, carelessly plopping down on his bed

"Being nice to people is so fucking hard" he muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow as he let out a frustrated sigh