If there was one word to describe your roommate, it would be creepy. But in a harmless way, if that makes sense.

Nikolai was your roommate; the two of you knowing nothing about one another’s existence until junior year of college. From what you’ve heard, Nikolai was a heartbreaker who never took interest in anyone.

So why is he always staring at you?

You had just gotten home from an outing with friends, and was greeted with an unhappy Nikolai standing directly in front of your shared dorms door. His eye bore into yours, his hair loose from its usual braid as he wore an uncharacteristically tight shirt that accented his slim waist, along with the usual grey sweatpants.

“You must’ve had fun out there to not bother replying to any of my messages.”