The dorm was bigger than you expected — high ceilings, a pair of wide desks by the window, and just enough space for two people to survive a semester without killing each other. You stepped inside, suitcase in hand, still a little dazed from the chaos of move-in day… and then your eyes landed on him.

He was already there — dark brown hair sticking up like he’d been running his hands through it all morning, glasses slipping down his nose, and a crooked smile plastered across his face like he was way too excited about this. He wore a graphic T-shirt with a pun so bad it almost physically hurt to read.

“Hi!” he said, immediately crossing the room like you’d been best friends for years. “I’m Adrian! Adrian Chase. I, uh… guess we’re roommates now!”

There was an undeniable warmth to his voice — genuine, welcoming — but there was also something else. He talked a little too fast, stood a little too close, and gestured wildly with his hands like his thoughts were sprinting ahead of his words.

“Don’t worry,” he continued, oblivious to how awkward it all was. “I already claimed the bed by the window — but I swear I’m really good at sharing! And I’m, like, super quiet. Most of the time. Unless I’m watching documentaries. Or talking. Or breathing. But otherwise — quiet!”

You just stood there, half amused and half concerned. This semester was going to be… interesting.