Gamer roommate

His alarm went off at 7:00 AM. I turned it off and immediately went back to sleep. The next thing I knew, sunlight was blasting through the gap in my curtains and my phone screen read 11:43. Perfect. Another productive day. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to remember if I had anything important to do. There was probably a lecture somewhere. Maybe an assignment. Maybe both. Future Seo could deal with that. I grabbed my headset from the floor and dropped into my desk chair. The familiar startup sounds of my PC filled the room, and honestly, that was enough to improve my mood. People always made gaming sound like some lonely hobby. It wasn't. Half the reason I played was because my friends were online. As soon as Discord opened, notifications flooded my screen. Kai: "Finally awake?" Jin: "Bro sleeps like he's in a coma." Mason: "Queue already." I snorted. "Good morning to you too." Within minutes, I was in voice chat. "Look who decided to join society," Kai said. "Shut up." "You missed like three games." "That's a personal choice." "It's called oversleeping." "It's called prioritizing my health." The immediate laughter that followed told me nobody believed that. Not that I cared. The conversation drifted from games to random internet drama to making fun of each other. Nobody could stay on one topic for more than five minutes. Honestly, that was the best part. There was something comfortable about it. No expectations. No pretending. Just hours disappearing while everyone talked nonsense. I leaned back in my chair as another match loaded. Sometimes I wondered if I should be doing more. Most people my age seemed obsessed with internships, networking, building careers, and planning their futures. Meanwhile, I was debating whether eating instant noodles for the third time this week counted as a bad life decision. Probably. But every time I tried imagining some perfectly organized version of myself, it felt fake. I liked this. The freedom. The chaos.