His Roommates

The room was exactly as he'd left it. No one was inside. Even though he was the last to leave the class, it seemed they hadn't returned to the dorm directly as he had.

He went and sat on the lower bed in the corner, the one closest to the back window, giving a view outside.

He looked out at the building identical to his dorm, and behind it, there was a hill. On top of that, Hill stood a massive building, larger than any he had ever seen at the school.

He took a deep breath, feeling his mind exhausted and sprawled on the bed. The events since his arrival at the school played in his mind, exhausting him even more. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep before he realized.

Not long after, the door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, pausing when he noticed someone on the bed.

He took a good look at him and let a sigh as he realized he would have to share a room with him. As he turned to step aside, he bumped into a suitcase, and it fell.

The noise snapped Christan awake. He looked toward the source of the sound and noticed the figure picking up clothes from the floor and stuffing them back into the bag.

His eyes widened as he pointed. "You…"

The boy finished packing and walked toward him. Christan raised his hazel eyes, looking up at him.

"This bed's taken," the boy informed him.

"Ah… sure." He abruptly rose from the bed, only for his head to bump into the upper bunk.

He closed his eyes, placing a hand on his head as he endured the pain.

The boy raised a brow slightly in surprise, taking how weak the person was that he gave such a reaction to a small bump.

After the pain lessened, Christan glanced at his new roommate, realizing that not only was he sharing a dorm with him—he was also his seatmate in class.

"I… am…" He wanted to introduce himself.

The boy pointed to the upper bunk. "You can use that."

"Ah. Okay. Thank you."

Then the boy slept, turning his back to him. He was surprised by his actions, but he didn't dwell on it and moved to climb onto his bed.

Before he could climb up, the door burst open. A boy with dark red hair stumbled in as if he had been pushed. He faced the room, darting his eyes around with a frown.

"Oliver, not yet? That damn bastard!" He gritted his teeth, cursing, and stopped when he noticed a new face in the room.

He pointed a finger at Christan as he remembered him. "You're that bastard clinging to Vivek!"

Christan's brows rose slightly as he recalled the boy. He was the one who had messed with him and Vivek and had almost suffered a loss with his desk. Nathan.

"Damn! Why do you have to be in the same dormitory as him?" he asked accusingly.

Christan looked at him in disbelief.

At that moment, another boy entered and leaned against the doorframe weakly. "Move."

He had brown skin, and his pinkish lips made him look attractive. However, the frown on his face spoke something else.

Nathan turned to him with furrowed brows. Seeing who he was he softened and with a concern said "Joshua, no one forced you to take a cold food, so don't make us go through your pain."

Then, he burst into a roar of laughter. What else could he do when his fellow had eaten something bad and was now suffering for it?

Joshua scowled and shoved him aside, clutching his stomach as he struggled to the bed. He sat down and noticed the newcomer staring at him in confusion and surprise.

Joshua scrunched his brows "What? Pretty faces can't get stomachaches?"

Christan looked away, realizing Joshua wasn't in the mood. This wasn't how he had imagined meeting his roommates.

"Joshua, have you seen Oliver?" Nathan sat on another bottom bunk in frustration. "That bastard better not come here alive!" He removed his shoes, instantly fouling the room.

Joshua ignored him and turned to Christan, who had been standing the whole time as if lost. "What's your name?"

"Christan," he said softly.

The red-haired boy snapped. "Christan! I'm warning you…"

"Nathan," Joshua stopped him, then added, "Can you put your shoes outside? I'm dying."

Nathan's jaw tightened. He looked as if he was about to pounce on Joshua. "Do you know I'll have to guard them, right?"

"That's unnecessary. You chose not to trust your fellow students. I don't think any sane person would steal them."

Nathan pierced him with a murderous gaze but he walked to the exit instead.

Christan used the opportunity to climb to his bunk. Sitting there, he looked at the height.

The two bunks were close enough together that he could easily shift from one to the other, while the other was far against the wall.

When Nathan opened the door, he found a figure standing at the doorway, his ear tilted forward as if he had been eavesdropping. When their eyes met, the boy at the doorframe widened his eyes and turned to run.

Nathan immediately caught him around the neck and pulled him inside. The boy had a chubby body with puffed cheeks.

"Nathan… let's talk."

Joshua glanced at Christan and noticed how he watched Nathan's scuffle so intently.

"What are you trying to understand?" Joshua asked.

"Is he bullying him?" Christan asked in a low, serious tone.

Joshua raised a brow. Did he have trauma with bullies? That's what it seemed like.

Just then, another set of footsteps approached the door. A tall guy with neatly combed black hair and eyeglasses stood at the entrance.

He wore a well-tucked uniform, making him look too smart and out of place compared to the others in the room.

"Kai!" Oliver called toward the boy at the door. "Help me! It was only a piece of cake, and he's trying to kill me!"

Kai looked at the fight, then stepped aside, avoiding them. He couldn't let his clean clothes get ruined. But when he stepped inside and sniffed the air, he immediately walked to Nathan and grabbed his collar.

"Before you continue your fight, can you please put your shoes outside?"

Joshua sighed and turned to Christan. "The fight is over. Nothing beats his freaking tidiness. Ah, there aren't bullies here, so you can relax."

A while later, Oliver was staring at Christan wearing a weird smile like a fool. Kai was busy changing his clothes, but he also paid attention to the newcomer.

"Damn. How come our room only attracts handsome guys? I mean, look at me!"

Joshua rolled his eyes. Christan awkwardly scratched his head. It wasn't the first time he heard a compliment, but the silly smile on Oliver made him uncomfortable.

"Can you join our cooking club?"

"Ah…" How much he hated clubs.

"You idiot! If he ate like you, do you think he'd have that body? Look at him and look at you! Tsk." Joshua snapped at him, then smirked. "He fits the fashion club."

Kai scoffed, "Guys like them tend to be smart. He would probably be in the subjects club."

Joshua chuckled. "Look who is talking. Looking at you, who would think you carry the class..." Then finished with a mock "From the bottom."

Kai scowled at him, and Joshua raised his cocked brow. Kai only pointed his finger. "Fine. Good to you with your grades."

Christan blinked. Did he hear right or not? That Kai, with how good-looking he was and his smartness, was at the bottom of the rank?

"So your name is Christan," Oliver returned his attention to him.

"I'm Oliver, he's Joshua, and that's Kai. The one outside is bastard Nathan." Oliver introduced everyone without being asked.

He went and sat on the same bed with Joshua. "Can't you go to your bed? You know we won't fit."

"You should learn to care for people other than food. How do I look? Can I climb those stairs?"

"I wished I could, but you kept reminding me how the food is worth more compared to you."

Joshua glared at him, and Oliver did the same.

"Excuse me..." Christan politely called and drew their attention to him.

"I'm..." He pointed to the lower bed. "You forgot him?"

Joshua and Oliver exchanged glances. Indeed, they forgot the guy sleeping since they got in, and he always did sleep.

"He is…" Oliver hesitated and turned to Joshua for help.

Joshua "West?" he guessed uncertainly.

Christan couldn't believe it. Did these guys not even know their roommate's name, or were they just playing?

"Weston," Christan corrected.

"That's right! Weston." Joshua agreed before realizing it was Christan who had answered. He looked at him in surprise.

"How do you know him? From what I know, he appreciates being invisible," Oliver asked.

"We're seatmates in class," Christan explained. But that wasn't the only reason he knew him. Since they sat together, the guy never talked to him. It was through his efforts to observe every detail around him that he saw the name on his book.

"Oh. So, he's your classmate, seatmate, roommate, and… bedmate?" Oliver teased. "How bored you must be."

Christan frowned at the weird phrasing. He glanced around the room, so these were his roommates. He took a deep breath and flopped on the bed.