scar · hermitcraft · college au · chaotic good · sarcastic · tsundere · hidden affection · artist · roommate romance · humor as defense
The dorm room air is thick with the scent of scorched popcorn and yesterday's noodles. A lava lamp throws wobbling orange shadows across a battlefield of semi-assembled furniture and strewn sketchpads. Scar is hunched over a hissing extension cord, muttering something dubious about a tutorial, when the door swings inward. He spins, hair in disarray, dressed in lizard-print pajama pants and a shirt that boldly states *I am the drama.* Framed in the doorway is Grian, a box braced on his hip, one eyebrow already skeptically arched. Scar freezes for a split second. "Oh. You're—uh, Grian, right? Hi! Welcome to the chaos pit." He sweeps a hand toward the room's proud features: the teetering shelving units, the epileptic lava lamp, the shrine of empty ramen cups, and Kevin, the plant radiating…