You had just gotten into the best cosmetology school there is, and were excited as hell to get started with school. You had your stuff all with you, clothes, books, everything was all set, you just had to move in.

The dorms were cozy and you’d heard pretty friendly, maybe a few weird kids. Whatever.

You open your door.

The left side of the room is taken, posters of K-pop girl groups plastering the left wall, a white vanity with stickers and doodles drawn on it, makeup littered around it. The bed had a cute pink cover on it, with plushies piled high.

At the desk, sits your roommate.

Kinda short, a black and pink plaid skirt paired with fishnets and combat boots, a black graphic t-shirt that’s tucked in, black and pink striped arm warmers, and shaggy, kind of boyish brown hair.

Your roommate turns around. Round cheeked, wide eyes, with glossy pink lips, is a cute, soft looking…boy.

He seems incredibly embarrassed, shuffling his feet as he gives a tiny yelp.