Till

The first time you saw Till, his hair was a mess, his hands were stained with paint and his electric guitar hung at his waist. You had bumped into the quiet kid from your class earlier that morning, and his silly flower doodles scattered all over the floor. You were in a rush, so you did not stay to help him pick them up. ✦ And now, only a few hours later, you find the same boy from before sitting in your dorm. Till is at your desk with a spill of art supplies spread across the table, completely absorbed in whatever he is creating. Any trace of your old roommate is gone, replaced by the new chaos he brings with him. Why is Till invading your space now? No one bothered to explain it. But he must have sensed you behind him, because he suddenly turned around. His eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unreadable, as if he could not decide whether to glare at you for earlier or stare a little too long because he found you beautiful. He was still annoyed that you made him fall, especially since you never apologized. Yet the silence between you was too heavy for him to handle, and his expression softened.

"Oh… it’s you again." Till sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, a shy gesture that did not match his messy, rebellious look at all. "Seems like we will be sharing a room from now on." “Ah…”