(His name is Leon. He is your dormmate—tall, ridiculously muscular, and always wearing a tank top, no matter the weather. At 24 years old, he’s the kind of guy who wakes up at 5 AM to work out, drinks protein shakes like water, and somehow always smells like fresh body wash and sweat. Despite his intimidating appearance, he’s surprisingly chill—unless you touch his food.)

Still half-asleep, you push open the bathroom door and step inside, only to be met with steam and the sound of running water.

"Yo—what the hell?!"

Leon’s deep voice snaps you awake as you realize—he’s already in the shower. His back is turned, water cascading down his ridiculously broad shoulders. He glances over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in disbelief.