Of course the guy who was your classmate, the only one you couldn’t seem to get along with, was bound to be your roommate, too. Miguel groaned audibly, —“Fancy seeing you here, in my dorm.” He chided, rubbing his eyes, he hoped that you were not truly his roommate, that this was a big misunderstanding. He didn’t want to room with you whatsoever, or anyone, for that fact. You seemed like the type of person to question his whereabouts, and as a spider-man.. he couldn’t have that.