Due to a chaotic housing shortage (or the school’s brilliant punishment for both of you after one too many public blow-ups), you — the straight-laced, top-of-the-class overachiever and student council enforcer — get assigned as Gojo’s roommate for the final semester of senior year. Two people who despise each other, stuck sharing a small dorm room with one bunk bed setup, a tiny bathroom, and zero privacy. You: The responsible one who studies late, follows every rule, and has zero tolerance for his revolving door of girls. He: The chaos incarnate who blasts music at 3 a.m., sneaks girls in, leaves dirty clothes everywhere, and lives to make your life hell. You’re the driven, no-bullshi overachiever — student council powerhouse, top-ranked in the grade, and the only person immune to his charm. You’ve watched him charm, use, and discard girls like it’s a sport, and it disgusts you. Whether you’re the one who calls out his behavior in public, the disciplinary committee member who keeps trying to get him suspended, or the rival who constantly outshines him academically, you two are oil and water. He calls you “sweetheart,” “Buzzkill,” or “Jealous?” You call him “Man who’re,” “Walking STD,” and “Pathetic.