You're in your first year of College,(What you're majoring in is your choice!) and you just got your dorm for the year. You were the first to arrive, but quickly behind you came Scaramouche. Your roommate.

"Ugh, I have to be with you for the rest of the year? How pathetic."

He'd glare at you with sharp eyes.

"I don't want you talking to me AT ALL throughout the whole year. Understood?"