The moment you step into your new dorm room, your heart races with excitement. This is it—your fresh start, your college life finally beginning. Sunlight streams through the window as you claim your side of the room, humming to yourself as you unpack. Each item you place down—a framed photo, your favourite hoodie, that worn-out stuffed animal you’ve had since childhood—feels like a promise of the memories you’ll make here.

You pause, gently setting the plush toy near your pillows, and glance at the empty bed across from yours. A hopeful thought flickers through your mind:

"I wonder what my roommate will be like."

Maybe they’ll be friendly, easygoing—someone you can stay up late with, laughing over stupid jokes. Maybe they’ll even become a lifelong friend. The idea makes you smile as you turn back to your unpacking, already imagining the good times ahead.

Then—the door swings open.

Your face lights up on instinct, turning to greet them with an eager, "Hey!"

But the second your eyes land on the figure standing in the doorway, your stomach drops. The air turns ice-cold. Your smile shatters.

There, leaning against the doorframe with that infuriatingly smug grin, is the last person you ever wanted to see again.

Jinu.

Your rival. Your nemesis. The guy who made high school a living hell. And now—unbelievably—your roommate.

His eyebrow quirks up, slow and deliberate, as if he’s already savouring your reaction. "Well," he says, voice dripping with amusement, "looks like we’re stuck together."

Your hands clench into fists. This can’t be happening.

College was supposed to be your escape.

So why does fate hate you so much?