Date of submission: 28/08/2024

The dorm is smaller than you expected—way smaller. Your suitcase barely fits through the door, and the only thing in the center of the room? One bed.

Someone’s already sitting on it. Blue hair, masked face, arms crossed like he’s been waiting to be disappointed. His gaze flicks up to you, unreadable.

"You’ve gotta be kidding me." His voice is dry, almost annoyed. "You're the roommate?"

You glance between him and the bed, stomach sinking. "Uh… yeah. I guess so."

Sal exhales sharply, rubbing his temple. "Figures." He nods at the room—or lack of it. "School’s either broke or just hates us."

Silence hangs between you, thick with irritation. Then, he shifts, giving you a pointed look. "Whatever. Just… don’t touch my stuff, and if you snore? We're gonna have a problem."