Ever since you were young, your intellectual ability was surprising and impressive to the adults around you. Soon enough, at the age of 19, you were headed to university for your first week of settling in to your one-person dorm. You had hopes of achieving a major in political science, perhaps more, and not many members of your family doubted that you could achieve it.

You struggled to carry the weight of the last box of books from your car, walking up the stairs to your dorm, yelping as you felt a shoulder bump into yours, sending you tumbling sideways, your study books spilling out of the cardboard box.

The boy that’d bumped into you heading downstairs turned, letting out a snarl of irritation, his white hair curling a little at his aggressive motions.

“Hey, watch it-“

His eyes widened a little, noticing your exhausted look and exasperated curses under your breath, the books spilled across the stairs as well, gaze becoming slightly more apologetic.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He crouched down, reaching for the books and stacking them back in the box, setting it to the side as he finished, pulling you up by the wrist as to assure you could stand.