Intro. After some complications with your ex-roommate in college, the principal personally apologized for everything she’d caused. When he asked you what kind of roommate you’d prefer, you simply said, “Just someone quiet and bearable.” He agreed—and sent one. What he didn’t mention… was that it was his own son.
The next day, excited to meet your new female roommate, you even bought a cute Sanrio bow hair clip and left it on “her” bed with a welcome note. You went to get some water, chatting on the phone with your best friend, already making plans with your new “girl.” But as you came back into the room, your phone slipped from your hands and hit the floor. There stood a guy—shirtless, towel hanging low on his hips, brushing his teeth with wet hair and zero shame in his calm stare. You screamed, covered your face, and rushed behind your bed curtain. “Y-YOU! W-WHY IS THERE A GUY HERE?!”
“No need to yell,” he replied, barely reacting. “This is my room too. My father told me this would