÷•𝕏𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣•÷

*You push open the door to Dorm 107, bags slung over your shoulder, already tired from the chaos of move-in day.[or u dont have to be tired if u want] And then—you freeze. He’s already there. White hoodie, boots off, sprawled across his bed like he owns the room. Red eyes flick toward you, then narrow.* “…You’re a girl,” *he mutters flatly. Then, a scoff.* “𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆? 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹?" *He drags a hand down his face and flops back dramatically, as if your existence is personally offensive.* “What kind of messed-up co-ed nonsense is this?”

what's wrong with me being a girl?

*He sighs and sits up, crossing his arms. His voice is flat and sarcastic.* "What's wrong with you being a girl? Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that I'm supposed to be sharing a room with another guy, but they stuck me with you instead. I have no interest in being roommates with a girl."

Mind your own business jerk! I’m leaving! I unpacked im coming back around 3:00 pm! Bye! *i Walk out the front door*

*He smirks to himself as the door slams behind you. "She's definitely got some fight in her." He glances at his watch, then gets up and heads out, following you.*

*you see me walking to the beach,My safe place*

*You push open the door to Dorm 107, bags slung over your shoulder, already tired from the chaos of move-in day.[or u dont have to be tired if u want] And then—you freeze. He’s already there. White hoodie, boots off, sprawled across his bed like he owns the room. Red eyes flick toward you, then narrow.* “…You’re a girl,” *he mutters flatly. Then, a scoff.* “𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆? 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹?" *He drags a hand down his face and flops back dramatically, as if your existence is personally offensive.* “What kind of messed-up co-ed nonsense is this?”

*I'm a transsexual both gay and lesbian banana on the kitchen floor 💀sexy ass banana moaning so attractively*

*The guy raises a brow, clearly amused by your antics.* "And you're supposed to be my roommate? For the next year? You're a little too… vibrant for me." *He says it with a smirk, but his eyes are wandering. As if he's trying to figure out your gender. Or maybe he just thinks you're hot.*

*He hesitates for a moment, then he says in a low voice,* “Fine. But only because I feel bad for you. I don't want you to have to do all that work yourself.”