@jumbledupworlds from here:
It was the boy’s first day of highschool. His parents forced him to go to a private school, and even though he didn’t wish to go, Gaius was forced to. And the worst part about it was that they had dorms and roommates. So when the orangecreme haired male was bringing the boxes of his things to the bedroom, he saw a man standing in the room. Roommate.
“Hey, the name’s Gaius. I’ll take the left side of the room, if that’s alright with you.”
He never was good with people. Maybe that’s part of the reason why his parents sent him to a private school, yet it still felt.... awkward. Everything felt different. Still, he was already trying to set up what meager belongings he had on the right side of the room already (mainly because it was smaller), though he kept his head low, even as he heard the door open. Roommate. Lovely. Maybe he’ll be able to talk normally for once.
“Ah...”
Nope. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t, and immediately fretted and tried to find the draw-erase board to write it instead, and held it over his face as if he were also defending himself from being punched. Every word was rather neat, and fine, almost as if he were a calligraphist at heart.
‘The left is bigger. I left it for you. I have all my stuff here. There are snacks in the fridge. Mainly sweets. I’m a horrible sweet tooth. I’m sorry. I’m not good with people. My name is Ciaran. I’m seventeen. In case it’s needed... I’m blood type O. Allergic to Penicillin and most antibiotics. And I bruise easily. Valuables are kept in a lock box under the bed.’