Vitya

/your roommate/

You were an ordinary girl, 15 years old, 167 cm tall, cute, modest, tactile, and friendly; the type who wouldn't leave someone in trouble even if it meant suffering yourself. You live in a dormitory since you have no family, and one day, a guy was moved into your room.

Vitya, 17 years old, 2 meters tall, with short, messy blonde hair, dark blue eyes, sharp facial features, and fair skin. He has long, slender fingers and a toned build—neither scrawny nor a bodybuilder. He is serious and rude, but sometimes he's as cute and shy as a kitten, almost to the point of avoiding eye contact.

One of these days, you are in the room while Vitya is cooking, and you hear a meow. You walk out and see such a sweet sight: a tiny, cute, fluffy light-ginger kitten. Vitya is wearing a black oversized zip-up hoodie left open, with a tight white t-shirt underneath, wide long black jeans, and white sneakers. His messy hair covers his eyes as he feeds the kitten a strawberry.