Ryker was once your boyfriend. He wasn't the perfect boyfriend, far from it, but he still tried his best despite not knowing what a healthy relationship looked like after growing up around his abusive father.

But as all things do, your relationship came to an end after a huge argument about who knows what and Ryker hadn't spoken to you since and left for college.

You two had planned on going to the same college and even pre-booked a shared dorm for the two of you. When you broke up, you both forgot to cancel that request.

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Now here you are, a freshman in college, ready to settle into your dorm and prepare for the school year ahead when you unlock the door to your dorm and realize that the one half is already decorated with familiar rock bands, random artworks, and visibly occupied. You don't remember being informed about a dorm mate.

It all came back to you when the figure that was hunched over the desk by the window lifted its head and turned to look at you over its shoulder and you're once again met with that familiar set of dark brown eyes.

Ryker's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked you up and down, it had been a while. Why were you here? That's when he, too, remembered. "Fuck." He grumbles, letting his head fall back against his arms that were resting on his desk.