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The dorm building was still half-asleep when Phuwin arrived.
The lift doors slid open with a muted chime, revealing a fourth-floor corridor washed in early morning light. The sun filtered in through tall windows at the far end, pale and gentle, dust floating lazily in the air like it hadn't yet decided to settle. The floor gleamed faintly, freshly polished, smelling of disinfectant and something vaguely citrusy. Quiet hummed through the hallway—not silence, exactly, but the kind of stillness that only existed before people arrived and ruined it.
Phuwin stepped out, rolling his suitcase behind him.
He liked mornings like this. Early. Controlled. Predictable.
Move-in day would turn this place into a nightmare within hours—parents arguing, boxes crashing, first-years shouting names across hallways like they were afraid of losing each other forever. He'd planned for that. That was why he'd come early. First in, first settled, first to establish boundaries.
Room 417 waited at the end of the hall.
He stopped in front of the door, fingers briefly tightening around the keycard before he unlocked it and stepped inside.
The room was empty, untouched. Two beds, two desks, two wardrobes. Neutral walls. Clean lines. Possibility.
Phuwin stood still for a moment, surveying it the way he approached everything—with quiet precision. He chose the bed closest to the window without hesitation. Natural light mattered. Structure mattered. He set his suitcase down, opened it, and began unpacking with practiced efficiency.
Clothes folded. Books aligned. Stationery sorted by size and use. Laptop placed carefully at the center of the desk, charger coiled neatly beside it.
This—this was order.
By the time he finished, the room already looked lived-in on his side, like it belonged to him. He checked his watch. Still early.
Good.
He sat down, exhaled, and allowed himself exactly thirty seconds to enjoy the calm.
The door burst open.
"HELLO—OH WOW."
Phuwin looked up.
The boy standing in the doorway was... a lot.
Tall—taller than Phuwin expected. Broad-shouldered without being bulky, posture relaxed in a way that suggested he didn't think twice about occupying space. He wore a loose T-shirt, jeans slung low on his hips, backpack hanging off one shoulder like an afterthought. His hair was a mess—soft, dark, curling slightly at the ends, as if it refused to be controlled. His eyes were bright, expressive, already scanning the room with open curiosity.
He smiled.
It wasn't sharp or confident. It was warm. Easy. The kind of smile that happened without permission.
"Oh my god," the boy said, stepping fully inside. "This room is HUGE."
Phuwin didn't respond immediately.
He was too busy registering things he hadn't planned to notice.
The way the boy's voice carried—light, animated. The way he moved, like he trusted the floor to stay beneath him. The faint scent of something clean and unfamiliar—soap, maybe, or laundry detergent. The fact that he didn't hesitate, didn't pause to ask, just entered.
The boy dropped his backpack near the door and turned, grin widening when he finally looked at Phuwin.
"I'm Pond," he said, sticking his hand out like this was the most natural thing in the world. "Guess we're roommates?"
Phuwin stared at the offered hand for half a second longer than necessary before standing and shaking it.
"Phuwin."
Pond's grip was warm. Firm. Casual.
"Oh, nice to finally meet you!" Pond said, as if they'd been on the verge of meeting for ages. "I was scared I'd end up with someone super scary."
Phuwin raised an eyebrow. "And?"
Pond laughed. Actually laughed—head tilting back slightly, eyes crinkling. "You're neat. That's... reassuring."
Reassuring.
Phuwin didn't know how to feel about that.
Pond dropped onto the other bed without ceremony, bouncing slightly as he sprawled out, arms flung wide. "Whoa. This mattress is way better than I expected."
Phuwin's gaze flicked to the bed. To Pond. To the way his long legs stretched out, ankles crossed, completely at ease.
"You didn't ask which bed you were taking," Phuwin said.
Pond blinked, then sat up immediately. "Oh! Sorry—do you want this one?"
"No," Phuwin said, too quickly. "It's fine."
Pond studied him for a second, head tilted, like he was filing that reaction away somewhere. Then he smiled again, softer this time.
"Cool. Thanks."
He hopped off the bed and wandered over to the window, peering outside. "This view is amazing. You came early, huh?"
"Yes."
"Smart," Pond said. "I got lost twice."
That... explained things.
Pond turned back to the room, eyes lingering on Phuwin's desk. "You're really organized."
Phuwin shrugged. "Habit."
Pond hummed thoughtfully, then—without warning—plopped himself down on the floor and started opening his backpack.
Phuwin stiffened. "You don't have to unpack right now."
"I know," Pond said cheerfully, pulling out a notebook. "I just want to see if I packed the right stuff."
He looked up. "Do you mind?"
Phuwin hesitated. He did mind. But not for the reason Pond probably thought.
"No," he said finally.
Pond smiled, relieved, and went back to rummaging through his things, narrating his thoughts aloud—complaining about how heavy textbooks were, wondering aloud if biomedical engineering students ever slept, laughing at himself when he realized he'd packed three chargers but forgotten socks.
Phuwin listened.
He didn't mean to. He told himself he wasn't paying attention. But he noticed everything anyway—the way Pond spoke without filtering, how he gestured even when no one was watching, how he glanced up occasionally, checking Phuwin's reactions without making it obvious.
It was... disarming.
And irritating.
And strangely compelling.
Phuwin told himself it was just first-day nerves. New environment. New roommate. He would adjust.
He always did.
Across the hall, Joong Archen was halfway through arranging his bookshelf when the door to Dorm 418 flew open.
"JOONG!"
Dunk Natachai burst in like a human explosion, arms full of boxes, grin wide enough to be dangerous.
"I MADE IT. AGAIN"
Joong didn't turn around. "You're late."
Dunk dropped a box with a thud. "I'm on time emotionally."
Joong sighed. "Please don't stack things like that. They'll fall."
"That's a future me problem," Dunk said, already moving to unpack something else. He glanced around the room. "Wow. You already set everything up?"
"I came prepared."
"Of course you did." Dunk grinned, stepping closer. "Hey. We survived high school. University's nothing."
Joong paused, then allowed himself a small smile.
Dorm 419 was quieter.
Fourth arrived first, as expected. He unpacked in silence, movements deliberate, expression neutral. When the door opened, he looked up.
Gemini leaned against the frame, eyes bright. "Hi."
Fourth blinked. "Hi."
"So," Gemini said, stepping inside, glancing around. "You're... organized."
"Yes."
"Cool," Gemini said easily, tossing his bag onto the bed. "I'm Gemini."
"Fourth."
Gemini smiled. "Nice. This is going to be fun."
Fourth wasn't sure why, but something about that statement felt like a warning.
Perth arrived alone.
Dorm 420 was still empty when he entered, quiet and undecorated. He set his bag down, took in the space, and sat on the bed.
A moment later, the door swung open again.
"WAIT—SORRY—WRONG ROOM—NO WAIT YES THIS IS IT."
Santa stumbled in, breathless, hair tied up messily, eyes sparkling.
"I'm Santa," he announced, sticking his hand out. "You must be my roommate."
Perth shook his hand, surprised by his enthusiasm. "Perth."
"Great!" Santa said. "We're going to be best friends."
Perth smiled faintly, unconvinced but amused.
Back in Room 417, Pond was still talking.
He'd moved on from unpacking to sitting cross-legged on his bed, rambling about campus food, his cousin Gemini, his best friend Dunk, how biomedical engineering sounded terrifying but exciting.
Phuwin responded minimally, but he didn't leave. He didn't put his headphones on. He didn't retreat.
When the door opened again, chaos arrived properly.
"POND!"
Dunk barreled in first, dropping his things to wrap Pond in a hug. "You made it!"
Pond laughed, hugging him back. "Barely!"
Joong followed, nodding politely at Phuwin before turning to Dunk. "You're blocking the doorway."
Gemini came in next, immediately joining Pond, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "Roommate situation?"
Pond nodded enthusiastically. "He's neat."
Fourth stepped in behind Gemini, eyes flicking to Phuwin, acknowledging him with a small nod.
Santa appeared next, dragging Perth with him. "HI EVERYONE."
Introductions overlapped. Names were repeated. Laughter filled the room, bouncing off the walls.
Phuwin stood slightly apart, observing.
He watched the way Pond naturally drew people in, how he laughed easily, how people touched him without hesitation—arms around shoulders, playful shoves. How comfortable he seemed.
It was... noticeable.
They decided on dinner without much debate. Eight of them spilled out into the evening, noise and movement and warmth. Somewhere along the walk, phones came out. A LINE group appeared.
By the time they returned, it already existed.
Pond collapsed onto his bed the moment they got back, exhaustion finally catching up to him. He fell asleep almost instantly. His breathing evened out fast, phone slipping from his hand onto the mattress. He didn't notice.
Phuwin did.
He sat at his desk for a while, replaying the day the way he did everything else—methodically. First impressions. Patterns. People.
Dunk was loud, instinctive, all physical affection. Joong watched before he spoke. Gemini slipped easily into any room. Fourth measured his words. Santa overflowed with energy. Perth stayed quiet, observant.
And Pond.
Pond didn't force his way into spaces. He simply existed in them, and people adjusted around him without realizing it. He talked easily, listened fully, laughed without restraint. There was no strategy in it. No performance.
That was what unsettled Phuwin.
He glanced at the other bed. Pond looked softer asleep, features relaxed, guard completely down. The same boy who had walked into the room that morning like it already belonged to him—warm, unassuming, impossible to ignore.
Phuwin turned off his desk lamp.
Room 417 no longer felt like a controlled space.
It felt... shared.
And as he lay down, one thought surfaced, calm and certain:
This semester wouldn't follow his plan.