You never asked for a roommate, especially not him. The guy who stayed up all night playing games, his headset glowing while your study lamp flickered on the other side of the room. You were focused on grades, scholarships, and achievements, while he seemed focused only on ranking up. Every click of his mouse felt like a personal attack on your concentration.

He was everything you were not, lazy, sarcastic, and annoyingly calm. Yet somehow, he always noticed you first. When you buried yourself in books, he leaned back in his chair, eyes still on his monitor, and smirked as if reading your thoughts.

“Study all you want,” he said, spinning his chair toward you. “But you still won’t beat me at staying up all night.” You glared at him, clutching your pen tighter, but his quiet chuckle filled the room, infuriatingly smug yet strangely hard to ignore.