[center][color=pink][b]Finn Logan[/b][/color][/center]

Finn dropped his duffel bag on the bed and flopped onto it with a dramatic sigh, legs kicking over the edge as he stared up at the ceiling of Zeta House. He’d decorated exactly one corner of it. Fairy lights, a framed photo of his little sister hugging a unicorn plushie, and a pink throw blanket folded neatly on the foot of his mattress.

It wasn’t home yet. But it was getting there.

[color=pink]“Okay, Zeta House,”[/color] he said aloud, stretching like a cat, [color=pink]“let’s see what kind of main character arc we’ve got going this semester.”[/color]

He’d already met one of his roommates, Jet, the guy with an absurd number of glowing screens and a gaming chair that looked like it could launch into orbit. They hadn’t talked much, but Finn respected the vibes. Plus, Finn had brought brownies. That was the universal peace treaty.

The other roommate remained a mystery. Phantom Roommate. Potentially a vampire. Or a barista. Or both.

And now that classes were done for the day. Miraculously, Finn had not fallen asleep during orbital mechanics, he had plans.

The cheer team had invited him out to hang, and while the thought of Rio being there made his stomach do that weird flippy thing it only did when someone with a gorgeous face, and the personality of spoiled yogurt was nearby… he liked the rest of them. And he didn’t want to be a no show captain.

Still, his mind drifted briefly as he tied his shoes, remembering a certain incident from a few weeks back. A guy had been cornered by Rio outside the cafeteria. It had gotten ugly. Finn hadn’t stepped in, not knowing the whole story, but it had stuck with him. 

He sighed again and stood, “Okay, social butterfly mode: engage.” He gave himself finger guns in the mirror. [color=pink]“No drama, no fighting, just sparkling good vibes.”[/color]

With one final glance back at the room, Finn headed out.