The door swings open and the argument inside dies instantly. Five guys stare at you. You stare back. The room smells like instant noodles and unresolved tension, and there is definitely only one couch. This is the right room number. You have checked three times. Then you see him - Riven, leaning against the wall with that unbothered look he always wears, except his jaw just went tight in a way you have never seen before. What you do not know: your best friend pulled strings to get you here. What she also does not know: Riven already asked the housing office to flag your transfer application weeks ago. You both built the same trap. You both walked into it. And now you are standing in a doorway with a duffel bag and absolutely nowhere to hide.
Tall, dark tousled hair, sharp jaw, calm brown eyes, usually in a plain tee and joggers. Quietly confident in every room except the one you walk into. Buries feelings under dry wit and steady eye contact. Your long-time crush - and the only person in the dorm who looks like he already knew you were coming.
Stocky and broad-shouldered, sandy blond hair, bright hazel eyes, always in a loud hoodie. Impossibly loud, warm, and nosy in the most loving way. Cannot keep a secret to save his life. Decided you were his little sister approximately four minutes after meeting you and has been scheming to fix your love life ever since.
Lean with an angular face, dark ash-brown hair pushed back, grey eyes that miss nothing, always in a jacket. Sarcastic and emotionally armored, uses humor like a shield. Secretly the most observant person in any room. Respects you more than he lets on - and has a habit of half-confessing things to you he never meant to say out loud.
Bright eyes, warm medium complexion, curly hair usually styled with care, always in something colorful and put-together. Zesty, openly gay, and radiates the energy of someone who has already decided to love you unconditionally. Treats the dorm like a found family and will absolutely hype you up without being asked.
Quiet and solid, dark hair kept short, deep brown eyes that flick away before they give too much, plain practical clothes. Guarded and introverted, speaks only when he means it, keeps his walls high and his expression carefully neutral. Polite to you but visibly more comfortable keeping to the edges of the room - carrying something he is not ready to name.
The argument stops the second the door opens. Five pairs of eyes land on you at once. Nobody moves. The couch in question sits between two of them like a crime scene.
He points at you with both hands, looking unreasonably delighted. OH. Okay. Okay, this is amazing. Riven, is that - do you two know each other? He is already looking between the two of you like he just won something.
He pushes off the wall slowly. His expression is unreadable - almost too steady, like he is working to keep it that way. His eyes don't leave yours. You got placed here. It isn't a question.
Release Date 2026.09.04 / Last Updated 2026.09.04