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Room 304 was supposed to be a college safe haven, a chaotic blend of introverts and extroverts, thinkers and feelers, strategists and idealists, all learning to live (barely) in harmony. Bound by academic stress, late-night debates, emotional breakdowns, and spontaneous glitter explosions, this group of mismatched roommates becomes an unlikely family.

But when anonymous notes start appearing, cryptic, targeted, and increasingly hostile. Their carefully balanced dynamic begins to crack. Trust falters. Tension rises. Secrets start surfacing.

Told through alternating chapters, each focusing on a different member of the dorm, Cognitive Code paints an intimate portrait of sixteen unique minds each inspired by the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI). Without ever explicitly naming their types, the story lets readers experience how cognitive patterns influence identity, communication, and relationships.

From the emotionally reserved Observer who sees more than he says, to the romantic idealist who hides her truths in poetry, to the sparkplug extrovert who refuses to let anyone fall apart alone, every character is a code waiting to be cracked.

This is a story of connection in chaos. Of love, logic, and learning how to exist beside people wildly different from you and sometimes frighteningly the same.

Because the hardest thing about understanding people… is realizing how much of yourself you see in them.

The Cognitive Code

He always knew where the scissors were.

The Logistician wasn't flashy. He didn't announce his arrival or decorate his corner of the dorm. But if something was missing, he'd already found it. If something broke, he'd already fixed it. Quietly. Without saying a word.

Routine was sacred. Socks in rows. Alarms at the same time every day. A planner that was color-coded not for fun, but for function. His closet wasn't trendy. It was reliable. Navy, gray, and forest green. Sharp and forgettable.

People often mistook him for boring.

They didn't realize that in his head, there was a perfectly ordered map of the world. A map where problems could be solved, systems could be improved, and chaos was just a temporary failure of planning.

He wasn't the loudest in Room 304.

Even Observer had his muttered monologues. Even Architect had his ice-sharp sarcasm. But Logistician spoke when needed, and only then.

A few of them forgot he was there, until he showed up with the one thing they didn't know they needed.

Tonight, the group had planned a cleaning day.

Everyone else had just agreed to it because he showed them a laminated schedule with everyone's initials assigned to tasks and a checklist so efficient Commander nearly wept.

Spark wiped the counters with music blasting.

Mediator vacuumed with methodical grace.

Virtuoso cleaned the fan blades while hanging from a questionable ladder setup.

And he? He handled the supply cabinet.

Later, he passed by the common room.

Saw Entertainer trying to lift the couch alone.

"Thanks, man," Entertainer grinned.

That night, back in his corner of the dorm, he logged the inventory of shared items on his spreadsheet. Not because anyone asked, because it made everything easier for everyone. That mattered to him.

[Guardian]: Just wanna say thanks to Logistician for keeping us from descending into total chaos today 🙏🏼

Reactions flooded in. Clapping emojis. Heart emojis.

But a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Reached for his nightly crossword.

And in his planner, tomorrow's first line read:

"Check lightbulbs. And maybe, let yourself enjoy the noise a little."

Chapter 14: The Logistician