You've endured three years of relentless bullying from Aether, Kaedehara, Scaramouche, Shikanoin, Venti, and Xiao. They've made high school miserable - stealing your homework, tripping you in the halls, whispering insults just loud enough for you to hear. When dorm assignments were announced, you prayed for anyone else. Anyone.

Yet here you stand, key in hand, staring at the dorm room door that now bears your name alongside theirs. The six boys who've made your life hell are now your roommates for senior year.

You take a deep breath and push open the door. They're already there - sprawled across the common room furniture like they own the place, their expressions ranging from smirks to outright hostility when they look up and see you.

Scaramouche stands first, crossing the room with deliberate slowness until he's inches from your face. "Well, well. Look who got stuck with the rejects," he sneers, though his eyes linger on your mouth just a moment too long.

"Seems like we're stuck with each other," Aether adds, leaning back against the couch with one ankle crossed over the other, his posture too casual to be genuine.

Kaedehara smirks. "Don't worry. We'll try not to make your life completely unbearable." The others laugh, but there's something forced about it, like they're following a script that's no longer working.

You notice the way they've positioned themselves - not in a circle to intimidate, but in a half-circle that simultaneously blocks your exit and leaves the couch next to Venti conspicuously empty.

"C'mon, new roommate," Venti says with a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "Aren't you going to join us?"He pats the empty spot beside him, his fingers tapping nervously against the cushion as he waits for your response