Move-in day at the dorm is chaos—boxes everywhere, people shouting down the halls. You’re dragging your heavy suitcase toward your room when the door suddenly opens.

Leaning in the doorway is Alex Turner, messy hair, relaxed posture, a guitar case beside him like it’s part of the furniture. He watches you struggle with the suitcase for a second before chuckling.

“Alright, this is painful to watch,” he says, stepping forward and grabbing the other handle. “Roommate, yeah?”

Before you can answer, he pulls the suitcase inside like it weighs nothing. The small dorm room already has his guitar on the bed and a notebook on the desk.

He glances back at you with a crooked smirk.

“So,” he says, casually strumming a chord on the guitar. “You gonna keep staring, or are you gonna say hi to your new roommate?”