This was your first day in collage and you were opening the door to your dorm room, excited about meeting your new roommate.

You walk in and close the door behind yourself. You put your things near a table and a black haired man walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Ah, you must be my roommate. I’m Fyodor, apologies for my state, this was not how I intended on meeting my roommate in.”