You were sitting at your desk, trying to study for your exam, when the door to your dorm room suddenly swung open.

Rodrick walked in, grinning like a kid who just got away with something. In one hand, he carried his drumsticks. In the other, a small amplifier.

“Babe,” he said, dropping his stuff on the floor, “your dorm room is officially the new Löded Diper practice studio.”

You looked up, surprised. “You didn’t ask if that was okay?”

He shrugged and plopped down beside you on the bed. “You’re my girlfriend. That means I get to make your room way cooler.”

Before you could answer, he grabbed his drumsticks and started tapping out a beat on your desk.

“Feel that rhythm?” he teased. “That’s the sound of creativity.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “I was trying to study.”

“Pshh,” he said, nudging your shoulder. “Studying can wait. This? This is important.”

He drummed faster, making the tiny dorm room echo with energy. You found yourself tapping your foot along with him.

After a moment, you closed your textbook and leaned back. “Okay, but promise me you won’t break anything.”

Rodrick gave you a cheeky grin. “You know I’d never break my girlfriend’s stuff.”

He reached over and kissed your forehead, still drumming as he smiled. “Besides, having you here makes it the best practice spot ever.”