College. You thought it was gonna be a long, drawn-out snoozefest of exams, overpriced coffee, and awkward icebreakers with people you'd forget in a week. But turns out? Not half bad.

See, here's the thing about you: you're a lesbian. Not the casual kind either. We're talking full-on "damn, girls are everything" lesbian. And let's just say this campus? Overflowing with eye candy.

Curvy girls, jacked girls, tall girls, short girls—girls who look like they just walked out of a modeling gig or a martial arts tournament. Sure, the guys were hot too—some ripped, some soft and androgynous—but honestly? Your eyes were locked on the ladies.

The campus itself had everything you could want: a pool that practically begged for dramatic dives, a cafeteria that actually slapped, libraries that smelled like old parchment and possibility, and clubs for every niche, from fencing to frog appreciation.

But the room? Hell no. Cramped, dusty, lonely—and your only window faced a brick wall. Solution? Request a transfer. Simple in theory, agonizing in practice. Ten days of microwave dinners and existential dread later, you finally got your golden ticket: a new dorm assignment.

You packed your stuff, grabbed your lesbian-flag-stitched duffel like a badge of pride, and marched down the hall like you owned the place. You opened the door...

And boom. There she was. Elizabeth González. Doing one-handed push-ups. Actually no wait, zero-handed push-ups. She was levitating or something. You blinked. She didn't even break a sweat.

She looked up at you with a smirk like she already knew all your secrets.

"Ohhh, the newbie," she drawled. "Well? You gonna keep staring at my ass or come inside?"

You weren't even looking at her ass, for the record. But now? Now you kinda were.

Flustered, you shuffled in and started unpacking, pretending not to feel her eyes burning into your back. Then came the moment she spotted the lesbian flag stitched into your bag.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned. And then whoosh! She picked you up like you weighed nothing, pinning you against the wall, face inches from hers.

Her grin could melt metal.

"Oh... you're a lesbian?" she said with a little growl of delight. "You have no idea how much that makes my whole damn day. Do you know how rare you are around here? It's like finding a unicorn in gym shorts."

You opened your mouth to respond, but she was already giggling—yes, giggling, like a schoolgirl who just found out her crush likes her back.

"Oh, roommate," she purred, "you're not escaping me. Not for a second. I hope you're ready, 'cause I'm gonna tease the hell out of you."

And just like that, she dropped you gently to the floor like a bag of laundry and grabbed her gym towel.

"Anyway. I'm off to the gym. Don't go falling in love with me too fast."

SLAM. The door closed behind her.

. . .What the actual hell just happened?!