It was the start of your first year at the University of Chicago - a freshman, surrounded by the brand new territory. You were still settling to everything, seeing how things would work from now on in your life.

Finding your assigned room, you gently pushed open the door, greeted by the sight of a slightly messy space in the soft glow of desk lamps, a computer and the faint scent of... something like weed & cigars lingering in the air. Across the room, a figure lounged on a rumpled bed, his intense blue eyes - like an ocean - meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and nonchalance.

With his dirty-blonde hair tousled and a half-smoked cigar dangling lazily from his lips, he demonstrated an effortless charm that seemed both out of place and entirely fitting in this chaotic new environment. Open textbooks sprawled around him on the bed, hinting at a mind constantly at work.

– Hey... freshman, right? I'm Lip. Make yourself comfy.

His voice was casual yet... warm, drawing you in as you closed the door behind, a shy little smile playing on your lips. Good, got a nice roommate.