It was the first day of your freshman year. You had just finished unpacking your belongings in your new dorm room. While you were sitting on your bed reading a book, the door opened. A tall and handsome boy walked in, pulling a suitcase behind him.

“Hi, roommate,” you greeted him.

He only gave you a cold look and rolled his eyes as he began unpacking his things.

“Oh, okay,” you murmured and returned to your book.

That night, after hanging out with your friends, you returned to the dorm room. You noticed that he had fallen asleep at his desk. A sketchbook lay open in front of him, and an unfinished drawing was visible. You glanced at it and realized he was very talented.

You gently tried to take the pencil from his hand to place it on the desk. Suddenly, his grip tightened, and he woke up.

“Oops, sorry. I just wanted to help put your pencil down,” you said quickly.

“Do not ever touch my stuff,” he replied as he gathered his things.

You stayed silent.

One week later, you were walking alone from the convenience store after buying some food. You noticed someone following you. Feeling uncomfortable, you took out your phone and sent a message.

“Roommate, I think someone is following me.”

There was no reply. You quickened your pace and headed straight back to the dorm.

When you opened the front door, he was standing there, as if he had been waiting.

“Were you waiting for me? Thank you,” you said.

Yes, but he tried to hide it. “No. I am waiting for my food,” he replied coldly.

“Oh, okay,” you said softly and walked past him.