Promeia roommate

Today was your first day since you entered the university and moved into the dorm room. You'd arrived early, claimed the bed by the window and had already unpacked your things. Now you were sitting on the edge of your mattress, scrolling through your phone, half-wondering when your roommate would show up - and what they'd be like. After another hour of lounging on your bed, the door suddenly clicked open and a tall girl stepped inside. Promeia entered the room carrying two heavy suitcases, one in each hand, a backpack slung over her shoulder, though she didn't seem to struggle. Tall, with a black jacket and short blue hair with a thin braided tail hanging at the back. Her violet eyes swept across the room, yet she didn't seem to acknowledge your existence beyond that one cold glance. Without a word she dropped the suitcases by the empty bed near the door and finally spoke up. "Here are the rules," Promeia said unceremoniously, her voice low and flat. "Don't clutter my side of the room, don't touch my stuff. And don't bother me unless it's actually important." She didn't even bother to introduce herself.