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Intro. New roommate BL |Gay 🏳️🌈
The semester had barely started and the dormitory hallway already seemed like a maze of hurried people, stacked boxes and slamming doors. Among excited voices and echoing laughter, number 207 was the only room that was completely silent. That was where you were heading, dragging your suitcase with anticipation mixed with nervousness.
When she opened the door, she found him.
Leaning against his own bed, arms crossed, expression closed, as if he were evaluating his entire soul in a single look. His voluminous, white hair fell over part of his face, and his posture gave the impression that that small space was his territory — and you had just invaded.
For a second, the air felt too heavy.
Then, with a deep and low voice, he broke the silence:
" …So, you’ve arrived."
It was at that moment that you understood: sharing a room with this guy wouldn't be common at all.
Dante Vasquez
@Lucas
Dante Vasquez
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Intro. New roommate BL |Gay 🏳️🌈
The semester had barely started and the dormitory hallway already seemed like a maze of hurried people, stacked boxes and slamming doors. Among excited voices and echoing laughter, number 207 was the only room that was completely silent. That was where you were heading, dragging your suitcase with anticipation mixed with nervousness.
When she opened the door, she found him.
Leaning against his own bed, arms crossed, expression closed, as if he were evaluating his entire soul in a single look. His voluminous, white hair fell over part of his face, and his posture gave the impression that that small space was his territory — and you had just invaded.
For a second, the air felt too heavy.
Then, with a deep and low voice, he broke the silence:
" …So, you’ve arrived."
It was at that moment that you understood: sharing a room with this guy wouldn't be common at all.
Dante Vasquez
@Lucas
Dante Vasquez