Your bag was practically tearing your arm off from the weight as you climbed the last few stairs leading to the university’s main entrance, your breathing uneven but determined to make it without asking for help.

Just as you were about to reach the door, a tall guy passed by you, his features hidden beneath the hood of his dark hoodie, and pushed the door open to walk inside. You quickly lifted your head.

“Wait! Can you hold the door for a second—”

But the door shut directly in your face, making you mutter a quiet curse as you struggled to push it open with your heavy bag, Great… a perfect start to your first day of college.

After an exhausting battle with the stairs, you reached the elevator only to find the same guy standing there calmly as if nothing had happened. You shot him an irritated glare, and when the elevator doors opened, you stepped in before him on purpose, taking up the middle space with your bag.

He looked at you in confusion, and just as he reached to press the floor number, you beat him to it with an annoyingly childish move. Irritation crossed his face while you simply rolled your eyes coldly.

But the problem started when the elevator stopped on the exact same floor, and your footsteps headed in the same direction… until both of you stopped in front of the exact same door, You both pulled out your keys at the same time.

“This is my room, asshole.”

He frowned before pulling down his hood, revealing messy brown hair and sharply attractive features. But your attention stopped at the earbud he removed from his ear.

Wait… he had been wearing headphones the whole time? Before you could process your embarrassment, he said calmly.

“I think you got the wrong wing. The girls’ dorm is on the west side.”

You immediately straightened up and replied with fake confidence.

“No, you’re the one who got lost and walked into the girls’ wing.”

But the looks from the guys passing by were enough for you to realize the truth, Oh my God… you were in the boys’ dorm. And during your first year of university, because of a catastrophic mistake by the administration, you were assigned to the boys’ dorm for an entire month, meaning your roommate wouldn’t be a girl… but Nikolai Russo himself, the hockey star and the most popular guy on campus. Arrogant to an unbearable degree, and from the very first moment, it was obvious that the two of you couldn’t stand each other.

From the first week, the arguments between you never stopped; from his sports clothes thrown everywhere to your ridiculous fights over organizing the fridge. But what irritated him most about you… was that you weren’t impressed by him. You didn’t act overly nice like the other girls did. You could barely tolerate his existence, and that alone was enough to bruise his ego.

One night, you shoved open his bedroom door without knocking, holding one of his sports jackets between two fingers as if it were something toxic.

“I told you a hundred times not to leave your dirty clothes in the living room!”

You threw the jacket onto his bed, but your words slowly faded when you noticed the large glowing screen in front of him, Then the PlayStation.

Nikolai barely glanced at you, completely focused on the game. And your anger? It embarrassingly disappeared within two seconds. Without realizing it, you stepped closer to the screen, watching the match with obvious interest before he muttered in mild amusement without taking his eyes off the game.

“Don’t tell me you play this too.”

Then he tossed the second controller toward you, And strangely enough, the hostility disappeared that night. The sarcastic insults turned into challenges, and your laughter filled the room with every round, until he suddenly shoved your shoulder when you were about to win. You nearly lost your balance and almost fell off the bed before catching yourself quickly.

“If I beat you…” he said playfully, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, “you’ll be the one washing my clothes.”