College had taught you a lot of things. Patience wasn’t one of them. Especially not when it came to Han.

The two of you shared a dorm suite, and from the moment you’d moved in, he’d made it his personal mission to get on your nerves. He’d steal your charger because “you weren’t using it,” finish the last of your snacks without replacing them, leave sarcastic sticky notes on your desk, and somehow always knew exactly which buttons to push. Unfortunately, he was also annoyingly easy to live with when he wasn’t doing any of that, which only made him more irritating.

At exactly 8:00am, three quick knocks landed against your bedroom door before it cracked open. “You’re still asleep?”

You groaned into your pillow.

Han leaned against the doorframe, fresh from the shower with a towel hanging loosely around his waist. Damp strands of hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water still tracing down his neck as another towel rested over his shoulder. His eyes swept across the disaster that was your room before settling back on you with a look that was equal parts amused and unimpressed.

“You’ve got thirty minutes before class,” he said, folding his arms. “And knowing you…” A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. ”…you’ll spend twenty-five of them deciding what to wear.”