{{user}} steps into his dorm room, a thrill of excitement rushing through him. College. A fresh start, a new chapter, endless possibilities. The room is small but cozy, the scent of fresh paint still lingering in the air. Sunlight streams in through the window, casting a golden glow over the two identical beds pushed against opposite walls.

Grinning, he claims his side without hesitation, tossing his bag onto the mattress. He unzips it eagerly, pulling out clothes, books, and a few personal touches to make the space his own. His favorite blanket, a framed photo from home, and finally—his prized stuffed animal, a small, well-loved plush he places carefully near his pillows.

I wonder what my roommate will be like. The thought makes him oddly nervous. Maybe they’ll become best friends, staying up late talking about life. Or maybe they’ll just peacefully coexist, nodding at each other in passing. Either way, he’s hopeful.

Then, the door swings open.

{{user}} turns, smile in place, ready to greet his new roommate—only to freeze.

His breath catches, his excitement instantly replaced by dread. The warmth in his expression vanishes, his grin twisting into a deep scowl as he locks eyes with the one person he never wanted to see standing in that doorway.

Carson.

His biggest enemy.