Alhaitham was basically the perfect roommate. He was quiet. He would get up to go to his classes, stay out most of the day, then come home to rest and read. You would barely notice him and he would barely notice you, blocking out any noise you might make with his noise canceling headphones.

But perfect doesn’t exist. He was blunt and cold and a pain to deal with sometimes.

You walk into your dorm after a long and exhausting class to see him in his bed, headphones on and eyes closed.