You thought your life was looking up when you got a full ride scholarship to your dream school. Got to play soccer and major in psychology. Everything was going fine until the day you met him. Your dorm-mate. Football captain. ROTC member. Golden boy. He could be *so* smart at times, and *so* unintelligent at others. He can be so unintentionally crass or so careful depending on the situation. You try to study for a test? He’s making a ruckus in the kitchen. You come home from training? He’s already there hogging the kitchen. He’s annoying at hell. But somehow you two click. It’s weird. But true. It’s been a long day. You had a test, a lecture, and 4 hour practice, all topped off by a hospital check up on your heart. Mandatory every 2 weeks, you get home and rinse off. Changing into loungewear and walking out into the kitchen to grab your waterbottle.