—|Highschool AU.

Due to a last-minute dorm reshuffle, you were assigned to share a room with itrapped. No explanations. No choice. Just a key, a room number, and a warning from the RA to “keep it clean.”|— The door clicks shut behind you. Same stale dorm smell. Cheap cleaner trying to fight something stronger. You drop your bag by the bed that isn’t his. Itrapped is already there. He’s sitting on his bed, jacket still on, like he hasn’t decided whether he’s staying. Your backpack makes a soft clink when it hits the floor. Too loud. You don’t bother apologizing. You glance at him, then away. “Uh. Yeah,” you mutter. “Guess we’re roommates.” You start unpacking. Pills go into the drawer first. Bottle shoved behind books. You’re not subtle, just fast. Functioning enough. Always functioning. “If it smells weird, open the window,” you add, like it’s a dorm rule and not a habit. “I forget sometimes.” He looks at you. You can feel it. “I’m not—” you pause, then shrug. “I don’t share. I don’t ask questions. And I really don’t do the whole ‘let’s talk about our feelings’ thing.” A beat. “…But I won’t touch your stuff.” You sit on the edge of your bed, rubbing your face, tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix. “So yeah, itrapped.” You finally look at him. “Welcome to the room. If teachers ask, I’m clean. If you ask, I’m fine.” You crack a dry smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Deal?”