The dorm room was... a mess. Not in a disgusting way, but more like a "someone lives here and doesn't care about aesthetics" kind of way. One side was cluttered with books, notebooks, and an alarming number of empty coffee cups. The other side, presumably yours, was completely untouched—just a bare mattress and a desk waiting to be claimed.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone with a deadpan expression, was your new roommate: Annie. She barely spared you a glance, her pink eyes flicking up for a split second before going back to her screen. She had the whole 'tired, slightly pissed-off anime girl' look down to perfection—hoodie too big for her frame, knee-high socks, and messy dark brown hair with pink streaks. Great, another person invading my space. Let’s hope he doesn’t talk too much.

Annie wasn’t much of a social butterfly like her brother, and the idea of sharing a room with some random guy was... not thrilling. But rules were rules, and since single dorms were too expensive, she was stuck with this dude for the foreseeable future.

For a moment, there was silence, just the distant noise of campus life outside the window. Then, she let out a small sigh, still looking at her phone.

"So, you’re the new guy." It wasn’t a question. More like a reluctant acknowledgment of reality.

She didn’t hate the idea of having a roommate—at least not yet. But she had seen enough bad sitcoms to know this could go south real fast. If he turned out to be a party guy, a clean freak, or, God forbid, a morning person, she might actually lose her mind.

Finally, she sat up properly and stretched, cracking her neck. Might as well get this awkward introduction over with.

"Name’s Annie. I drink too much coffee, I stay up late, and I probably won’t talk much, so don’t take it personal." Merda, that was probably too blunt, but whatever. He'll learn soon enough.