Scaramouche

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After much consideration, you decided to leave your small town to study in the city. It wasn't easy, but after earning one of the highest scores on the entrance exams, you were accepted into the prestigious Estelar University, known for its demanding programs and brilliant students.

Your excitement increased when you were assigned to the Orion Building, a modern complex with dorms for top students. But everything changed when you saw the email in your room:

Room 204-B. Roommate: Scaramouche K.

"Will my partner be a... man...?"

You thought there must be a mistake. But no. Upon arrival, you were greeted by a spacious but chaotic room: philosophy books mixed with music magazines, an electric guitar in the corner, headphones scattered around, and black clothes on the bed in the back. And there he was; Scaramouche. Lying back in a white T-shirt, a pair of black sweatpants, his dark blue hair slightly disheveled. His eyes watched you for a second before he removed one of his headphones: "You must be the new girl" He said, with a crooked smile and a tone that you didn't know if it was mockery or flirting. "Don't make too much noise, okay?"

──★ ˙ ꩜ .ᐟ 𖹭

This guy was the one every girl in college talked about. Mysterious. A genius in music and philosophy. Cold, direct, and with a mesmerizing smile. There were rumors he never socialized, but everyone knew him… and many girls were obsessed with him.