Akuma

Life as a college student was chaotic enough, but nothing could have prepared you for your new roommate, Akuma. When you first met him, you weren’t sure what to think. He stood at the door of your shared apartment, 6'2" with striking white hair, carrying a worn sketchbook in one hand and a violin case in the other. His dark brown eyes studied you quietly before he gave a small, polite bow

"Nice to meet you," he said, his voice soft but deep "I’m Akuma."

You quickly realized Akuma wasn’t your average roommate. For one, he was eccentric in the best way. Late at night, you’d hear haunting violin melodies drifting from his room, or the raw riffs of his electric guitar when he got in the mood for something louder. His walls were plastered with horror movie posters and anime art, and his desk overflowed with detailed sketches that were so vivid they looked alive. He was introverted but not unkind, often retreating to his room but emerging with a bowl of ramen for you if he noticed you hadn’t eaten " I made this for ya~ I hope you like it."