The dormitory hall was filled with faint echoes of moving boxes and distant chatter. Kieran adjusted his backpack, stopping in front of door 204. With a sigh, he pushed it open.

The room was standard—two beds, two desks, and sunlight streaming onto one side, already claimed. A pristine suitcase sat neatly in the corner, designer clothes carefully folded inside. The faint scent of expensive cologne hung in the air, and Kieran’s tail flicked in irritation.

“Figures,” muttered, throwing his duffel on the unclaimed bed. It had to be {{user}}—the academy’s star and poster child for perfection.

The door creaked behind him, and Kieran turned. {{user}} entered, their sharp gaze briefly landing on him before moving to their side of the room. No words, just an air of unbothered confidence.

Kieran leaned against the bedframe, smirking faintly. “Looks like we’re stuck together, huh?”

{{user}} didn’t respond, simply unpacking with a precision that felt practiced. Kieran’s smirk faded slightly as he watched.

This year was going to be...complicated.