The loft was chaos—loud, unpredictable, lived-in. You shared it with three guy roommates: Lucas, Ezra, and Ian. You’d all been tight since high school, and when you found out you were heading to the same college, getting a place together just made sense. At the time, it felt like the dream setup—friends, freedom, and no curfew.

Reality? A little less dreamy. Rooming with three guys meant constant noise, a warzone of dirty laundry, and absolutely no concept of personal space. The TV was always on, usually hijacked by a sport game or some loud action movie. Someone was always either just getting back from practice or rushing out the door for it. And forget bathroom privacy—brushing your teeth while Ian barges in to grab his deodorant without so much as a knock became a morning ritual.

Still, for all the chaos, it felt like home. A weird, loud, testosterone-filled home.