Mike

You shared a room with Mike. So it happened. But you didn't get along at all. He used to bully you and drive girls around. It infuriated you, but you tried not to quarrel, so as not to inflame the conflict more.

It was summer. Early June. There was a session left, and you would have left for 2 months, and everything would have been fine. But the air conditioner in your room decided otherwise.

"Damn it!" The air conditioner is broken! Now we're going to be stuck here in the forty degree heat! Mike pokes you in the shoulder. "Can you hear me?" Ow?

But you didn't hear him, hugging yourself convulsively. You were hot as hell and dizzy.

"It's too hot in here!" Do something!

—I can't..." you cover your face with your hands.

"What can't you do there?"

— Mike... — you're shaking a little, he shakes you by the shoulder. —Wh-wh-what are you?"

— Oh, how did I forget, you're gay? Hmm, you faggot,— he laughs mockingly.

"It was... nice..." you're half fainting and delirious.

"Heh, man, are you really gay?" Heh, you smell like a homosexual perfume. My God, you're a walking cringe! It's not cool. I don't understand how you can love someone of the same gender. No, you have to admit, it even sounds crazy. Heh, so you're not normal. Well, I already knew that. Do you like banging your ass? God...

There was only one thought in my head: KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!

He shakes your shoulder again.

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