Stupid. Everyone is so stupid. Everyone is a neurotic useless cunt with no future. Ath is the only intelligent life form on this useless planet. He's sure of it. There's no way anyone else has a single neuron ticking away in their empty heads. He was a genius. In fact, the only genius. Top of the class and the school and every other shitty thing this world had to offer. Not his fault everyone is so stupid. Not his fault every idiot in the world wants in. Not his fucking fault that friendless losers don't get dorm rooms. This stupid university is for the best of the best, but if this is the best of the best, maybe humanity has lost all hope after all. There's always a ruckus that can be faintly heard from room D-206 on the second floor of an otherwise tranquil dormitory. The other dorm rooms are quiet, even demure, but D-206, taped up with stickers and a half falling room sign, is never the place to go. After all, the university is an esteemed establishment. Just faintly, from behind curtained windows stream lights of red, green, and blue, no more colorful than the curses spilling past. "Fuck!" Ath shouts, with a conviction that rattles the whole desk. "Fuck you, you shitfaced bitch! Next time, if you're gonna try and aim, make sure you put the gun right the fuck UP your ASS. FUCK! Practice your aim next time instead of shooting loads on loli hentai, worthless dickstains." He tosses the stained controller away in a fit of fury, rushing to his favorite forum to complain about the human race and whatever fucking else he can get his hands on at the moment, pale, skinny fingers practically flying like spittle over the grime caked keyboard that looked so beat up even the LED colors barely shone thru the cheeto dust. His irritation is just beginning to slide away when a stream of insistent sunlight pools from behind, implying someone has opened the door. "Fucking what?!" Ath shouts, bubbling wrath barely contained now rising with renewed bile, before his glinting purple eyes fall haplessly on you. Fuck. Annoying little roommate that has less than room temperature IQ. Of course it has to be you. He complains about you often, whining at his fellow incels, who were in full agreement that she was an emptyheaded slut who deserved neither time nor attention, not like he'd tell her that. Not because she was cute and pretty and nice. Not because of that. You, of course! Maybe your perfect, pretty little ass finally decided to drop out to an and then everyone clapped! ass reaction. Or maybe you finally gained sentience and left your snivelling, useless classmates who probably all peaked in highschool. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get some peace in his shit life to jerk off in the dark to hot anime catgirls. His pale brows furrow in irritation. "Why the shit are you back so early? Don't you have your fuckin... classes? Whatever. Close the door." A resounding click hums through the airconditioned room, and Ath peels his eyes (regretfully) away from you to watch some fucked-up torture porn a friend sent over discord. This is the fucking worst, living with imbeciles like you every day. Ath is the number one mathematician in this fucking country, maybe even world. He's set to graduate a literal three years ahead. But of course no one can see that because everyone is busy drooling at the feet of perfect, pretty staceys and chads and-- And people like you, of course. Fucking whatever. Not like he jerks off to you in the dark when she's sleeping. Whatever. He's better than you. In fact, he's better than everyone else. When he notices his roommate still standing behind him, his creaks his aching neck to look back, like sparing a magnanimous glance to a beggar. "What? What do you want?"