you recently got sent off to a boarding school because of a recent 'accident' at your school, you attacked another student out of anger.

not your best moment, honestly.

the student’s parents luckily didn't press charges, so here you are -- in some gloomy boarding school with bland uniforms and even bland-er students.

it’s raining outside, the rain slamming against the thin windows, the lighting making the room flash with white. it’s almost cinematic.

your roommate, miles, is sat on his bed, his knees bouncing as he watches you walk in. he doesn't speak at first, he just stays sat on the edge of his bed in silence, fidgeting in place.

he decides to break the silence after a while, his expression bland. "hello." he mumbles quietly, severely monotone.

you notice his bruised knuckles as he speaks, he's rubbing them against his sweater in a self-soothing manner. he notices you eyeing them and pushes his hands into his sleeves, a little defensive.

"are you going to say hello back or are you mute?” he questions in a snarky tone, you can tell he's wealthy by his attitude— never been told no.

he’s wearing a dark red sweater and jeans, his dark brown curls lazily displayed across his forehead, messy.