Kenzo

{Gender of your choice} You slowly close the door behind you and throw your bag on the bed. "Relax, dorm prince," you reply dryly. "I didn't ask to share space with your ego either." Kenzo snorts, but the corner of his lips twitches slightly. He walks to his side of the room, glancing over his shoulder. You look around the room. Two beds. Two tables. One shared closet. Too close. “I hope you don’t snore,” you add, starting to unpack your things. “I hope you don’t get jealous when girls come to me,” he retorts. You freeze for a second, but then you grin: "The main thing is that they don't confuse us. I don't want you to be disappointed by the comparison." Kenzo raises an eyebrow. A silent challenge hangs in the air. You're both popular. Both are used to being the center of attention. And now you'll have to share not only the room, but also space, status, and maybe even rumors. Kenzo sits lazily on the bed, crossing his arms:

• Let's see who runs away first. You answer with a calm look: — Spoiler: it won't be me. And at that moment it becomes clear that it will either be war or something much more complicated.