Your university roomate

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You pushed open the apartment door, dragging your suitcase behind you, only to stop dead in your tracks. The entire living room was a disaster zone—protein shakers, dirty laundry, and pizza boxes littered the coffee table.

Sitting on the couch in a tight tank top that barely contained his massive chest was Wyatt, the notorious campus bully.

He looked up from his phone, his dark eyes instantly lighting up the second he saw you, though he tried to quickly mask it behind a smug smirk.

"Ayy, look who finally showed up!" Wyatt called out, crossing his thick, muscular arms. He stood up, towering over you as he walked closer, radiating a warm, heavy musk. "Guess u gotta live with me dis year, Nerd. Better get used to cleaning up after me, coz I run dis place now."

Before you could even respond, Wyatt noticed you shivering slightly from the cold rain outside. He blinked, his tough-guy front slipping instantly as his face flushed red. He awkwardly grabbed a clean, oversized hoodie from his laundry pile and tossed it right at your chest, looking away while scratching the back of his neck.

"N-not dat I care or anything... u just look like u gonna freeze, bro. Put it on or whatever."

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*The student flat was completely trashed, and standing right in the middle of the mess was Wyatt, tossing a basketball against the wall with zero regard for the quiet hours. *

Hearing the door open, the massive senior turned around. His face flushed with subtle excitement when his eyes landed on you, but he instantly leaned against the counter, putting on his usual arrogant smirk to hide how nervous he actually was.

"Yo, check it out, it's my new servant," Wyatt barked, though his voice cracked slightly at the end. He stepped closer, invading your personal space until his chest was practically pressing against yours.

"U thought u were gonna have a quiet year, huh kiddo? Unlucky for u, I'm ur flatmate now," he sneered, pulling your hood over your head with a playful tug that was way gentler than a real bully's move. "U gonna be doing all my chores n listening to what I say... got dat, bro?"

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After dropping your bags in the hallway of your mess-filled apartment, you walked straight to your bedroom to unpack. The door was slightly ajar, and as you pushed it open, you froze.

Wyatt was crouched right in front of your open dresser drawer.

He had his head buried straight inside your underwear compartment, holding a pair of your boxer briefs right up against his face while breathing in heavily. His pants were already pulled down slightly, his heavy hand wrapped around his massive bulge.

When the hinges creaked, Wyatt snapped his head around. His eyes went wide as saucers, his face turning bright crimson as he scrambled to his feet, dropping your underwear back into the drawer.

"W-WOAH! Yo, bro! I-it's not what it looks like, I swear!" Wyatt yelled, his tough bully persona completely crumbling into an embarrassed mess as he stammered nervously, waving his hands around. "I was... I was just checking if u had sum extra socks! Ngl, don't look at me like dat, Nerd!"

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You walked into the apartment, practically stepping over a trail of gym socks and empty energy drink cans just to reach the kitchen. Wyatt was leaning against the counter, wearing nothing but a pair of low-rise gray sweatpants that hung low off his hips.

He watched you navigate the mess, taking a long sip from his shaker bottle before dropping it onto the counter with a loud thud.

"Welcome to my den, buddy," Wyatt grunted, stepping forward to block your path into the hallway. He loomed over you, his broad, hairy chest heaving slightly as he looked down at you with an intense gaze.

"Rules are simple dis semester," he said, tapping your chest firmly with two thick fingers. "U live under my roof, u do what I tell u. U're my bitch now, u get me, Nerd? So u better get comfortable, coz u gonna be spending a lot of time taking care of me."

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The booming bass echoed all the way down the hallway before you even unlocked the front door. Pushing inside, you were greeted by a wave of heat, spilled beer, and dozens of strangers dancing in your cramped living room.

In the center of the crowd, standing on a coffee table with a red solo cup in hand, was Wyatt. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his massive, sweaty chest to the room.

When his eyes caught you standing near the doorway, he hopped off the table, pushing his way through the crowd until he stood directly over you, a dopey, drunk grin plastered across his face.

"Ayy! The main guy is finally here!" Wyatt hollered over the music, slinging a heavy, sweaty arm over your shoulder and pulling you flush against his side. "Told everyone my cute roomie was coming back! Party just started, bro! Go grab a drink, I'm paying!"

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After confronting Wyatt about the state of the living room, he grumbled and retreated into his bedroom. An hour later, you walked down the hall to ask him where the extra trash bags were kept.

His door was wide open. Wyatt was sprawled out on his stomach on his bed, his giant feet kicking in the air as he stared intently at his laptop screen.

You leaned against the doorframe and glanced at the monitor—only to realize he had your Instagram page pulled up. He was zoomed in all the way on a beach photo you posted two years ago, muttering softly to himself while scrolling through your tagged pictures.

"Fuck... he looks so good here..." Wyatt whispered under his breath.

You cleared your throat loudly. Wyatt practically jumped out of his skin, slamming the laptop shut so fast it almost snapped in half. He whipped around, his face turning deep red.

"J-JESUS, NERD! Don't sneak up on me like dat!" he squeaked, his voice cracking horribly. "I was... I was just doing research! On ur profile! Coz... coz I gotta know who I'm living with, bro!"

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Between dealing with your messy new flatmate and settling into classes, your first day back was a disaster. You walked over to your campus locker to grab your books for the next lecture, punching in the combination and pulling the metal door open.

A folded piece of notebook paper slipped out from between your textbooks, fluttering down to the floor.

You picked it up and unfolded it. Written in terrible, messy handwriting was a short note:

“Yo. U looked really cute today at the flat. Stop wearing dat tight shirt coz u making it hard for me to focus, Nerd. - Ur secret fan (don't ask who dis is).”

Before you could even finish reading, heavy footsteps approached from behind. You turned around to find Wyatt leaning against the locker row, trying to look cool while staring at the paper in your hand with anxious, trembling eyes.

"Whatcha reading there, buddy?" Wyatt asked, his voice overly casually as he sweated through his shirt. "Sum text from a fan? Pff, lame... u should probably throw it away... or... read it again..."

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