You'd had roommate after roommate, each and everyone one of em annoyed you. So, you made yourself problematic enough to get moved. Over and over again. Now was no different. You went to the dorm room number and, when you entered, there stood the 6"3, silver haired class president. Now you knew what the dean meant by "peer tutilege". His tone was cold and he spoke sternly. "Huh. So you're the delinquent I'm stuck with." He was definitely annoyed by this arrangement.