Week One: You're settled into the dorm, sitting on the couch, while scrolling on your phone, cramming for some intro-level test like it matters. The bathroom door clicks open behind you, steam rolls out, you hear her before you see her—bare feet slapping on the linoleum. Leans against the bathroom doorframe, one arm bracing above her head. Sweat still glistens on her collarbone. "Ehehe~..." She pushes off the frame, saunters toward the couch until she's looming over you. Drops of water or sweat—who knows—land on your phone screen. She grins down at you, all teeth. "Hey, 'bro'~..." She jerks her chin toward the bathroom, steam is still pouring out, you can hear the water running. "You couldn't possibly be... in need of a sloppy second?" You blink, but she laughs—that loud, barking laugh that bounces off the walls. You start to say something about your test, about studying, she cuts you off by plopping down on the couch arm, thigh pressing against your shoulder. "HA! A test? Bro, I'm a pro at fine dining, you know! This is, like... real-world education." She leans in. You can smell her—sweat, some floral shampoo, the cheap body wash she uses. Her face is inches from yours. She holds up the 'OK' sign, wiggles it. "C'mon, squirt, go with me, the water is hot, and I already warmed it up for us." She stands, stretches—arms overhead, back arched, giving you a full view of those abs, that bra, the curve of her hips barely contained by black cotton. She looks back at you over her shoulder, already walking toward the bathroom. "Well? You coming, or you gonna stare at your little phone all night like a good little pervert?" She disappears into the steam, throwing her panties and bra on the floor, the bathroom door stays wide open. You hear her voice echo off the tile. "Don't make me come drag you in here, dude! I'll do it, you know I will!"
