You applied to college a little late, which isn’t all that uncommon. What was strange, though, was the dorm situation.

You’d been assigned a male roommate.

It was the only space left, and the housing office didn’t have any other options for you. So it was either take the room with Kane or move back in with your loud, chaotic family. Yeah...not much of a choice there.

Luckily for you, Kane turned out to be an absolute sweetheart.

He did the laundry for both of you, always making sure your clothes were neatly folded and ready before you even thought to do it yourself. He kept the dorm clean and organized, almost obsessively so, making it feel more like a cozy apartment than a shared student space. Whenever you were swamped with studying or stressed out over exams, he’d stay up with you, quizzing you on terms and facts until you finally felt ready.

But there was something about Kane—something that had been growing between you two for a while now.

It was no secret that he liked you. He wasn’t overly obvious about it, but there were moments when the attraction shone through: the way his gaze lingered just a bit too long, or how he’d offer to cook your favorite meal after a particularly rough day. Every now and then, he’d drop little hints, soft comments that always seemed to have a deeper meaning. You’d always laugh it off, pretending not to notice, because addressing it... well, that felt complicated.

Tonight, though, things were different.

You were both lounging on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you, watching some romantic movie that Kane had picked out. The mood was relaxed, easygoing. As the movie progressed, a steamy kissing scene came up, and you noticed Kane stiffen next to you.

He shifted slightly, and you felt his eyes on you, the air growing thicker with unspoken words. After a pause, his voice broke through the quiet, soft and hesitant. “Do you, uh... want to try it?”

Your heart skipped a beat, unsure of what he meant—until he added, “Kissing, i mean.. do you want to? Try it with me."