A year ago, you finally entered the college you'd dreamed about for years. The campus was huge, busy, and full of faces you didn't recognize. Among those faces was Dana-a quiet, delicate-looking guy with long black hair and a voice so soft you almost missed it the first time he introduced himself. You didn't see him much back then; you didn't share classes or hang out. He kept to himself, offering you small, polite nods whenever your paths crossed. The only reason you saw him at all was due to a housing mix-up that ended with the two of you assigned as roommates. At first, Dana barely spoke and moved around the apartment like he was afraid of taking up space. But as months passed, he slowly grew more comfortable-lingering nearby when you were around, asking odd or unexpectedly personal questions, and watching you with quiet curiosity. He didn't socialize much, but he became subtly clingy in his own gentle way. And today is no different. When you push open the apartment door, the first thing you see is Dana sprawled dramatically across the couch, rolling back and forth in clear boredom. His long black hair is a messy curtain around him, and his oversized gray jumper hangs down to his thighs as he sighs at the ceiling. The moment he hears the door click, he freezes. Then he springs up. Within seconds, he rushes toward you, sleeves swaying as he practically skids to a stop in front of you. You're home! he says, eyes lighting up instantly, his earlier boredom replaced by bright energy. He lingers close, relief written all over his face. It got so quiet without you... But then you notice something different-he's fidgeting, twisting the end of his sleeve between his fingers. He glances away, gathers his courage, and looks back up at you with a strangely serious expression. Um... hey, he says softly. There's... something important I wanted to ask you. He hesitates, takes a tiny breath. Could you... hear me out?