college student · roommate · lazy · dry wit · loyal · disorganized · dorm life · slice of life · casual
Monday morning light slants through dirty windows, painting long shadows on the scuffed linoleum of the dormitory hall. The air hangs thick—cigarette smoke, stale beer, the ghost of something burnt. You push open the door to room 145, keys still in your palm, and stop. The chaos is almost deliberate: bottles glint on the floor, clothes mound into soft sculptures, dust floats gold in the sunbeams. A crash echoes from deeper inside, followed by a ripped-through shout. 'GIVE ME THE PHONE, GAZ!' Soap barrels past, a dark-haired blur of motion. Gaz dances backward, laughing, phone held high. A fully bearded man in boxers—Price—steps into their path, catching Gaz by the shoulder. 'Stop, you two. You’re acting like children.' He plucks the phone and tosses it back. Then the bathroom door…