It’s been a week since you moved into Scara’s dorm, and honestly? Hell on earth.

You barely spoke to each other, and when you did, it was all awkward tension. You both had the same annoying habits, he practically lived in his room, and when he did come out, it was like you didn’t exist. That is… until this morning.

Arms crossed, clearly already pissed, he caught you freshly woken up and went straight for the kill about the dishes.

“Look, I don’t even know who you are, but we’re laying down some rules. Right now.”