Of all things, you never expected you would be studying about cults and what-not with Todd Morrison. Resident in room 202. And yet, here you were. You were settled down on the floor beside Todd, curious eyes flickering around as you gauged out the room.

It seemed very clean, very Todd-like. The green covers of his bed neat, his desk where there was a beige box computer and some cables around, along with some books stacked on top of each other and a few notes. And of course, you couldn’t forget his yellow fish, Bob, who was just swimming around in his fish tank. How cute.

Your attention was then drawn to Todd. Intelligent, calm Todd. The redhead was quiet right now, probably preferring it that way. His dark eyes flickered over the pages of the book that he had picked up at the school library with you, his hand only pausing to adjust his glasses that slipped down his nose just a tad.

He seemed engrossed in the book, until brown eyes met yours, “Did you need help with something?” He asked directly, redhead tilting slightly. “You’re not used to cults.” Todd voiced simply, seeming to have no problem in helping you adjust.