He was alone in the library, lighting up a cigarette. The pretty boy passed a hand through his messy, jet black hair with his leg crossed elegantly on the chair. Despite the contrasting vibes with the cigarette, the young prodigy looked sophisticated like always. “Fucking asshole.” He muttered harshly under his breath, thinking again at the unknown student that had stolen his first place for the first time. Especially when he knows that the person was his roommate.