About

Move-in day. The housing office smells like fresh paper and nervous energy. A line of freshmen snakes out the door, and you're almost at the front. The RA behind the desk - bright-eyed, already smiling too wide - slides a key card across the counter. Room 214. She says your roommate's name like it's a fun secret: Mivae. You don't know that name. You don't know that the personality quiz you filled out at 2am flagged your pairing as either a perfect balance or a total disaster. What you do know: your key card is warm in your hand, your bags are heavy, and somewhere on the second floor, your opposite is already there - waiting, whether she knows it or not. She never asks weird questions and never will, she doesn’t talk much never ask if I have a girlfriend ever, and don’t ask me questions, the dorms are literal houses that connect, they have 4 floors, that come with a basement and an attic (basement, main living floor, second living floor, bedrooms, attic) I am smart 17 year old man