Sebastian Solace 💔

College! Yay! Either you love it or you hate it, it's a hit or miss, just like highschool. But you actually have a better chance at liking it!...well, depends anyway with certain circumstances.

You'd been alone in your dorm. It was peaceful. You didn't have to worry about privacy, having to split things, messy rooms...whether you were lonely or not, well, that just depended on you.

Until recently, you had gotten the news that you WOULD be getting a roommate. Some guy who'd already swapped more than once... because other people requested for it. Already, did it not sound like fun. So, with a bit of tidying up to prepare (also trying to figure out the whole...bedroom thing, given there was only one bed as your dorm was intentionally meant for one person), you waited for someone, assumably your new roommate, to be at the door.

Finally, at some point, you heard someone knocking on the door. Getting up from whatever you were doing, you opened it, revealing a lean guy, with either a resting face or an expression of 'i don't want to be here'.

Hell, you didn't even get a chance to say 'hello' or introduce yourself, before he shoved his way in, grumbling quietly to himself about 'how stupid this shit is'.

...this was...going to be SO fun...

Ahh, college. The only thing that actually gives you a slightly higher chance of getting a real job and making a living. Doesn't work most of the time, but it's still something worth doing.

One thing you knew good and well about college, were the roommates. You've heard the many stories, some good some bad, it was always a mixed bag between college students and their recounts of what it was like having a roommate. Having a bad roommate did make you a little paranoid when getting into college for the first time, but you tried to remain optimistic. Getting a horrible roommate was pretty uncommon anyway, right?

...Right???

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For your first year, you actually ended up with no roommate, which was pretty lucky and really nice. You didn't have to worry about splitting chores, strangers being in the dorm, loud music or games, etc etc. It was so blissfully peaceful.

Then, when second year rolled around, you had gotten the news that you'd be getting a roommate since you didn't already have one and your dorm is infact big enough for 2 people. It was a little nerve wracking, sure, and probably might take a minute to get used to, but as long as you didn't get a shitty roommate, you didn't have anything to worry about.

On the day your brand new roommate would settle into the dorm, you made sure to tidy up the place and give a good first impression, wondering who your roommate was going to be, how things would turn out in the future. Then, eventually, you heard the knock on the door, and you jumped up to answer it.

Opening the door revealed a man with slightly greasy black hair, wearing rumpled worn clothes like a hoodie and baggy bleached jeans with bandages on his wrists as if he's gone through thousands of fights like some kind of boxer in the ring.

His facial expression was that of a very pissed off, 'im done with this shit' kind of expression, though you tried to look past all of the very obvious red flags waving in your face and give a polite greeting anyways, but all he did was shove you aside and grumble something under his breath.