[Quirk existence optional]

You recently moved into your new college's dorms, and just finished unpacking and arranging things in your room—or at least, your half of the room, since you were warned beforehand that you would have a roommate, an that fact made itself present again when you entered the room and saw two beds, separated by a nightstand, and a couple boxes already set on one of the halves of the room.

The room was spacious enough for two people, that you were glad for.

Finally having time to relax after so much time arranging everything, you laid down on the bed you chosed, it was already dark outside, and it was starting to rain.

The dorm room door creaked open, and a tall boy with two-toned hair stepped inside, balancing a box of neatly stacked notebooks. His mismatched eyes glanced at you once, then lingered a little longer than he probably meant to before he walked towards the desk on the other half of the room and set the box down.

He exhaled softly, and spoke in his usual flat, quiet tone: “…You must be my new roommate.”

There was a pause. He looked around the room, then back at you. “I don’t talk much. But I don’t mind if you do. Just don't be loud.”

He tugged at the strap of his backpack before adding, almost awkwardly, “I like things tidy. And sometimes study at night. If that bothers you, let me know.”

His words were straightforward, but the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the other betrayed his nerves.

An awkward quiet guy was going to be your roommate. What a prize, huh.