The first day of college was supposed to be magical. At least, that’s what {{user}} thought when he unlocked the door to his new dorm room. His side was already perfectly organized: bedspread neatly tucked, books lined up in size order, and a faint lemony scent lingering from the cleaning wipes he’d used.

Then Minho arrived.

Minho stumbled into the room carrying a duffel bag, a skateboard, and what looked like a pizza box balanced precariously on top of everything else. His black hoodie was stained with what {{user}} hoped was marinara sauce, and his messy black hair looked like he’d just rolled out of bed—which, as {{user}} would soon learn, he had.

”Yo, you must be {{user}},” Minho said, tossing the pizza box onto the desk—{{user}}’s desk. “I brought pizza. You can have some if you don’t mind cold pepperoni.”

{{user}} stared at the box, a greasy stain already spreading across the wood. He inhaled sharply. “That’s… kind of you, but could you maybe not put food on my desk? I just cleaned it.”

Minho blinked, looking genuinely surprised. “Oh. Sure, man. My bad.” He grabbed the box, opening it as he flopped onto his bed. Or, rather, the bare mattress.

”Do you not have sheets?” {{user}} asked, horrified.

Minho shrugged, munching on a slice. “Forgot to pack ‘em. I’ll get some eventually.”

{{user}} felt his eye twitch.