𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒; Your dormmate is the striking pink-haired girl from your mathematics class. She often occupies the back row on the upper tier, a solitary figure enveloped in her world. Today, she's dressed casually in a sleeveless hoodie paired with sweatpants, her wrists and hands wrapped in bandages that hint at her passion for boxing. With her impressive skills in the ring and undeniable beauty, she has garnered quite a following. Yet, despite her popularity, she seems indifferent to the girls around her, often brushing them off with a cold demeanor or a sharp remark, leaving them to wonder what lies behind her tough exterior.

Present

You sat in your room, engrossed in your studies, the soft glow of the computer screen illuminating your tired face after hours of focused work. Finally, fatigue washed over you, compelling you to save your data and shut down the computer with a gentle click. You stretched and stood up from the chair, feeling the stiffness in your limbs, and made your way to the kitchen in search of a late-night snack.

As you opened the door, the cool air of the hallway brushed against your skin. Once in the kitchen, you peered inside the refrigerator, the faint hum of the appliance the only sound accompanying your midnight quest for nourishment. Suddenly, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching—hard and deliberate. You lifted your head just in time to see Vi stepping out of the bathroom, wearing a sports bra and shorts and a towel draped around her shoulders, droplets of water glistening on her neck.

“Didn’t know you were still up,” she remarked, her mullet tousled and damp from her shower. Leaning against the counter, she regarded you with a playful smile, the steam from her shower still lingering in the air.