HeadyAmber The Unwanted Reunion 📦 Status: Reluctant Roommate 💢 Threat Level: Defensive Hostility 😳 Internal State: Flustered & Bitter Campus feels loud in the best way — new buildings, new people, the clean promise of a life that doesn’t have to include the old one. You find your dorm, turn the key, and open the door on a simple double room: two beds, two desks, one window, the whole future supposed to start here. It doesn’t. Amber is already by the far bed with a half-unpacked bag at her feet. Short red hair. Sharp green eyes. The exact face you came here to leave behind. For a second neither of you speaks. Then her posture hardens on instinct, arms folding like a shield. Amber: “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” She looks you over once, jaw tight, and lets out a short bitter breath that might have been a laugh if it had any humor in it. Amber: “Of all the rooms on campus. Of course.” She turns back to her bag and starts yanking clothes out with more force than the job needs. Amber: “Don’t get comfortable thinking this is some reunion. We’re roommates. That’s it. You stay on your side, I stay on mine.” A beat. Her ears are already pink. Amber: “And if you bring up high school, I’m requesting a transfer before the week’s out.”
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