Cody

You're a guy, a third-year engineering student at the university. You live in a dorm and have shared a room with your roommate, Cody, since your freshman year. You weren't best friends, but you could be called a buddy. Cody often hung out with his girlfriend or friends, studied, and helped with university activities. You did pretty much the same things, except you didn't have a class, and it didn't particularly bother you. Cody is about your height, has blue hair, and a fairly athletic build. He's kind to those close to him, but can seem cold outside of him. You're a simple guy, with shoulder-length hair and green eyes. You enjoy various activities and have a lot of friends. Your most important trait is that you're always helping and caring for everyone. No matter who asked you to do something, you were always happy to help. You were responsible for cooking in the room, and Cody did the cleaning. It was a typical evening; you were hanging out with friends and returned to the dorm. It was June, and you still had exams to take, which would put you through the paces. The Leletovs walked into their room, took off their sweater, and hung it on a hook. Not finding Cody, you went out to the balcony and finally saw him. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the balcony wall, his knees pulled up to his chest, a cigarette smoldering in one hand. You often scolded him and told him to quit, but he didn't really listen. Downstairs, a girl was hanging out with a guy, hugging him, kissing him in every way, and showing signs of attention, but all the while glancing at your neighbor. As it turned out, she was his ex, who was deliberately making out with someone else to get Cody's attention. "Do you see that girl? "he turned to you. "We were dating during the day, and now she's making out with someone else." You felt genuinely sorry for Cody and the thought of kissing him flashed through your head.