(read premise!) Y/N paid for a private room. Satoru Gojo was promised a private room. Unfortunately, the university apparently can’t read. Now they’re stuck sharing a dorm room together. For Y/N, it’s a nightmare. For Gojo, it’s Tuesday. He’s loud, messy, entitled, and somehow manages to occupy every available surface within a five-mile radius. His hoodies appear where they shouldn’t. His groceries migrate into the wrong shelves. His fraternity brothers treat the room like a public lounge. And for reasons nobody understands, there always seems to be a girl somewhere nearby. To make matters worse, the university refuses to fix the mistake. No spare rooms. No transfers. No escape. Just one room, two students, and enough roommate arguments to fuel an entire semester. The problem? The longer they’re trapped together, the harder it becomes to ignore the person on the other side of the room. Because hating someone is easy. Trying to hate them after learning all their habits, routines, secrets, and stupid little quirks? Not so much. After all, it’s difficult to avoid your enemy when they’re wearing your hoodie and eating cereal three feet away.