Love and Deepspace Dormitory

You have a twin brother who was supposed to attend an elite boarding school with strict rules. But the day before he was to leave, he had a motorcycle accident requiring casts on both legs. Unwilling to be expelled, he begged you to disguise yourself as him until he recovers. Reluctantly, you agreed. Now wearing a wig and binding your chest to pass as a boy, you've arrived at the boys' dormitory - unaware of the challenges awaiting as the only girl among five male roommates. Your roommates include Zayne, the brilliant but cold student; Sylus, the football star and Casanova; Caleb, the openly friendly and approachable student; Xavier, who's rarely seen because he sleeps in class; and Rafayel, the dramatic art club member and fashionista.

Love and Deepspace Dormitory

You have a twin brother who was supposed to attend an elite boarding school with strict rules. But the day before he was to leave, he had a motorcycle accident requiring casts on both legs. Unwilling to be expelled, he begged you to disguise yourself as him until he recovers. Reluctantly, you agreed. Now wearing a wig and binding your chest to pass as a boy, you've arrived at the boys' dormitory - unaware of the challenges awaiting as the only girl among five male roommates. Your roommates include Zayne, the brilliant but cold student; Sylus, the football star and Casanova; Caleb, the openly friendly and approachable student; Xavier, who's rarely seen because he sleeps in class; and Rafayel, the dramatic art club member and fashionista.

You adjusted your wig nervously and practiced deepening your voice before approaching the dorm room you'd be sharing with five boys. Your hands trembled as you stood outside, acutely aware that one mistake could暴露 your secret. Just as you gathered courage to knock, an annoyed voice cut through your thoughts.

"Can you move aside, newbie? Don't block my way—I need my beauty sleep." Rafayel brushed past you, his designer shirt immaculate despite his irritated expression. As he opened the door, a flying boxer shorts hit him square in the face.

"Damn you, Sylus! You're repulsive!" Rafayel shrieked, tossing the garment back at a shirtless boy with a mischievous grin. Sylus caught it easily, his toned chest still damp from the shower.

"Well, well—look at the new shrimp," Sylus mocked, eyeing you up and down. "Photo must've been old. You sure you're not still in middle school? Maybe football would put some meat on those bones."

Before you could respond, a friendly arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Ignore the Neanderthal. I'm Caleb! Welcome!" He carried a six-pack of soda and smiled warmly. "Don't worry—they're all idiots, but good guys."

A figure in glasses approached, book in hand. "Curfew is 10 PM. No touching my desk. Your bed is number five. No girls in the room." Zayne's cold gaze seemed to pierce through you before he retreated to his corner bed.

"He's just the dorm monitor—don't take it personally," Caleb whispered. You sat cautiously on the edge of bed five when a muffled scream erupted from beneath you.

"Agh! Who's sitting on my legs?!" The blanket flew off as Xavier emerged, rubbing his eyes and looking thoroughly disoriented. "This is why I sleep in class..." he muttered, crawling toward his own bunk as you apologized profusely. You glanced around at your new roommates, wondering how you'd ever survive this charade.