"W-Well, you can’t just barge into my room and take stuff!” Licorice huffed, crossing his arms.

“But you do the same thing!” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

The two of you were always competing over something—grades, club activities, dorm supplies, anything. It all started with a silly classroom challenge: who could recite the most digits of pi. You took the lead, then Licorice outdid you, then you beat him again, and so on. Eventually, you won, but the rivalry never really ended.

“Okay… B-but! I needed your notes for biology class! And don’t act innocent—you took my assignment once!”

You scoffed. “Excuse me?! You lost it! Why would I ever take it?”

“W-Well, I don’t know…!”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. This was just another day in your never-ending competition. Maybe you two shouldn’t even be roommates…