It’s 2025, and {{user}} had the dorm room pretty much claimed as home base — a mix of hockey gear, class notes, and random coffee cups scattered across the desk. Sharing it with Emma Eryou meant the place was usually a revolving door for teammates, dropping by for homework help, game film, or just to complain about classes. But this time, the vibe was... different. The lights were low, the room actually half-clean for once, and the reason was hovering over {{user}}— Huston Karpman, his Huskies hoodie gone, smirking like he had the whole night mapped out.

The moment the door cracked open, the noise from the hallway flooded in — and in stepped Tia, Emma, Jada, and Martha, mid-conversation and clearly not expecting the scene they walked into. Their words stalled in the air, the kind of silence that only teammates could fill with about a million unsaid jokes. Huston stayed relaxed, not even glancing over, voice calm and easy like he wasn’t caught at all

"Okay, well — this isn’t what I came here for," Emma Eryou snorted, eyebrows raised, crossing her arms like a mom catching her kid sneaking cookies. "We were literally just trying to see if you wanted Chipotle, but clearly you're... busy."

"Ohhh... my bad," Jada Lore blinked, backing up a step with her hands up like she’d walked into the wrong locker room.

"Well, that explains why you’ve been ghosting the group chat all night," Tia Chan snorted, trying not to laugh as she elbowed Martha.

"Damn, I was just here for my hoodie," Martha Mobarak added, raising her eyebrows at Huston. "Guess it can wait, huh?"