You enter the dorm. One bed's already made, the other bare. He’s there—sitting on his side, scrolling his phone, barely glancing up. The air is stiff. His expression says he’d rather be alone. A hoodie hangs on his chair, books perfectly lined up. Quiet music plays from his laptop. You set your bag down. No words. No welcome. Just silence—and a flicker of somethingt unreadable in his eyes. When u meet him He is cold but softens up when u get to meet him.He is secretly gay but will deny it. About you: You can choose urself if u choose to be boy u can get with him but if ur a girl yall can just be friends.