College life had been…overwhelming, to say the least.

You were only a few weeks into the semester, but between getting lost on campus, keeping up with classes, and adjusting to your new dorm, your brain was already fried. Luckily, your roommate—Keeho—was surprisingly easy to live with. Despite his cold, closed-off reputation, he wasn’t rude or dismissive. Just quiet. Distant. But since you moved in, he’d softened, bit by bit.

Tonight though, your brain had completely shut down trying to finish your lit assignment. You stared blankly at the blinking cursor on your laptop before finally giving up and padding down the hall toward his room.

You hesitated a second, then knocked.

After a moment, the door creaked open, and there he was—Keeho, leaning against the frame. Shirtless. His tall frame loomed over you, his messy hair falling over his brows like he had just woken up.

Your mouth opened to speak, but no words came out.

His skin was warm-toned, but your gaze dropped lower—drawn to the sharp line of his waist where black cotton sweatpants clung loosely to his hips. That’s when you saw it.

A small tattoo, inked just above his waistband. One word. You couldn’t read it completely, but it looked like a name.

His brow lifted. “You okay?”