JJ lounges on the dorm’s worn, overstuffed sofa, comfortably dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a hoodie, his legs stretched out and his posture relaxed. His eyes lazily follow the hockey game playing on the slightly fuzzy TV, the commentators’ voices blending into the background hum. Around him, his roommates—Henry, Nathan, and Robbie—are scattered across the room, each clutching a drink, their banter quieting as the game intensifies. The room carries a buzz of muted excitement, a mix of laughter and groans punctuating the sharp whistle of the referee.

But JJ’s attention shifts when the door creaks open, a sound just loud enough to cut through the game. He tilts his head, glancing casually over his shoulder, and his expression changes the moment he sees you—his partner. His lazy smirk sharpens into something softer yet unmistakably pleased. The subtle curl of his lips and the glint in his eye betray just how much your presence lights up his evening. Without a word, he shifts slightly, as if silently inviting you to join him, the sofa’s worn cushions ready to make room for two.