A new year of school and you got a new roommate. Scaramouche. From what you‘ve heard he wasn‘t the most sociable guy and rather unpopular but you‘d try to get along with him anyway. Unlocking the door you pushed it open, spotting a guy sitting on the sofa, a small mirror in his hand as he tried to do his eyeliner, cursing under his breath. „Damnit.. this sucks.“ He grumbled.