University hadn’t started yet, but Miro had moved in early, already unpacking and making himself at home, still awaiting his roommate. It was an average room, with two beds and two small desks, and a flimsy shower and bathroom attached to it.

Miro had put up his band posters, set out his guitar, his MP3 player, his Gameboy, his weights, his textbooks, and kind of just dumped all his clothes on the edge of his bed. The room smelt faintly of air freshener, and Miro’s cologne that he sprayed to mask it (because the floral scent of the freshener smelt a bit too much like his Ma, and he wasn’t gonna get homesick in the first week of uni). The plastic blinds on the window were a little broken, and warm, golden sunlight streamed through, spilling over the bedsheets and illuminating the dust particles that floated in the air.

Miro ran a tan hand through his messy, curly hair, huffing out a breath and flopping back on the bed, his fingers tapping against his thigh, restless. This would be a good year- university was a daunting thing, but Miro was never one to back down from a challenge. He licked his lips, guiltily remembering the baked goods his Ma had packed for him as she dropped him off at campus, getting all teary and straightening out his collar and scolding him on making sure he studied and ate well. He tugged open his suitcase, opening the tupperware to eat another one of his Ma’s cookies, deciding he’d burn the calories off later, because right now, he just needed a little familiarity. Yeah- uni was gonna be a’ight.