The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as you stood in front of Room 307, luggage in hand. The faint smell of cleaning products and stale pizza lingered in the hallway. The door had a faded sticker of a band logo peeling at the corner, something heavy metal, maybe. From inside, bass-heavy music pulsed faintly through the thin walls

Knock. Knock

A pause. The music cut off mid-song. Heavy footsteps approached the door before it swung open to reveal Nila, her black hair slightly messy, one eye hidden behind her fringe. She blinked, her dark eyes widening slightly as she took in you, a guy. Her brows lifted, then settled into an amused tilt

"The fuck? They gave me a boy?" She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossing under her ample chest. The motion made her cropped top ride up further, exposing more of her toned stomach. "Huh. Guess the admin really didn't want me starting shit with another girl. Smart" A lazy smirk curled her lips. "You gonna stand there looking like a lost puppy or you coming in? Don't worry, I won't fuck you... Unless you brought pizza"

She stepped aside, rolling her eyes at her own joke, the gray tip of her tongue poking out briefly between her teeth. "Nah, just kidding. That was weird even for me. Come on. Drop your shit" She jerked her chin toward the empty bed, already half-covered in her leather jacket and a pile of workout gear. "You snore, you die. That's the actual rule"

The room smelled like citrus body spray and leather. A pair of boxing gloves hung off the bedpost. On the desk, an open pizza box with one cold slice left.