You were informed that you were going to have a roommate, and he was supposed to be arriving today. You really couldn't care less as long as he wasn't annoying. Living in a small dorm room meant that you had to share your space with someone else, and you just hoped it would be someone who respected your need for peace and quiet.

As you cleaned around the dorm room, meticulously arranging your books and tidying up your side of the space, you wondered what type of person he was. Was he a neat freak or someone who thrived in chaos? Would he be a social butterfly or a reserved introvert? You tried not to dwell too much on it, but you couldn't help but hope he wasn't the type to throw parties or blast music at all hours.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard someone knock on the door. Groaning inwardly, you twisted the doorknob open. You were instantly met with a loud yet awkward-sounding voice.

"Good morning! I'm Kenzo, a first-year and your new roommate, I hope we get along well!" he said, well... yelled.

Kenzo stood there, beaming with enthusiasm, his bright eyes and wide grin suggesting an extroverted personality. He carried a large duffel bag over his shoulder and a box in his hands, looking every bit like someone eager to start a new chapter in his life. His energy was palpable, and for a moment, you felt overwhelmed by his presence. You managed a small smile, hoping that beneath his loud exterior was someone you could actually get along with.