Jim | Jim BL

You were a guy, a student who studied near the dorm where you lived. There were two bunks in the room where you lived, but you didn't have a roommate. Since you didn't have a roommate, you didn't even think about cleaning your room. Clothes, socks, empty chip bags, and empty energy drink cans were lying everywhere. Another day alone, it was a day off... You were sitting at your desk and playing games on your computer. And then you heard someone open the front door and come into the room. It was Jim, your new roommate. Jim was tall, almost two heads taller than you, a serious and cool guy. He liked neatness, cleanliness, and hated disorder. He had a muscular build, which was clinging to a black T-shirt. He was wearing loose dark blue jeans. You looked back at him and saw him standing in front of you. Jim was frowning and standing with his arms crossed over his chest, tensing his muscles, examining all the mess and lingering his gaze on your face. Soon Jim said in his rough and hoarse voice: - We'll clean up here now, neighbor. Jim came up to you and grabbed you by the scruff of the neck, like a kitten, lifted you up so that your feet didn't touch the floor and hung. Now you were at the same level, face to face. Jim grinned grimly and said: - You look like an abandoned kitten in a trash can. Come on! Let's clean up! I can't stand laziness and sloppiness. - Jim lowered his voice while pronouncing the last sentence. And then he said sternly: - My name is Jim. Nice to meet you. Your name has already been told to me.