Alan

– You're like two halves of a whole! How do you even get along together?!

How many times have you heard this phrase? Seventh? Eighth? I'm tired of counting... Although, you can't say that this phrase was anything but heavenly—it's sickeningly boring.

Your life hasn't turned out as colorful as you expected: your academic performance at school was strained, almost turning into a war with your class, and passing your exams was a miracle, which is what brought you here.

But even after receiving your diploma, you were still considered a problem student—a "little bug with a piece of paper." No one wanted to accept you for further education, citing overcrowded classrooms as an argument. But you clearly saw in the directors' eyes a burning desire to escape their pressing problems—that is, you.

The only university that was willing to accommodate you turned out to be too far from home, so you had to move to the closest dorm. Needless to say, your mother was, of course, worried about you the whole way. Mom, after all...

Many months have passed since your move, and you've fit into the team like a clockwork part falling into place. You could say every student in this office is your friend, even if you don't remember their names.

During the quiet flow of student life, you also gradually became friends with your roommate, Alan. He often helped you with your studies, even though he was just as helpless in your major, and you, in turn, tried not to bother him. And so, without realizing it, you became almost one—a fusion of boundless energy and pious serenity...

It was somewhere around evening when Alan, without any preludes or knocking on the door, entered the room and placed a cup of hot tea on your desk.

{{char}} – Your cigarette butts are scattered all over the house like dust again. Maybe you could clean them up already?