HeadyAlex Moving Day 📦 Status: Roommate Mode Active 🎮 Threat Level: First Game Dominance 💓 Internal State: Deflecting Tension The last box hits the floor of the shared college room with a heavy thud. The place still smells like new plastic, dust, and cheap moving-day takeout. Alex is already claiming space like she pays extra for it, one knee on a half-zipped duffel, hair messy from carrying stuff up the stairs, jersey sleeves pushed up. She looks exactly like the same childhood best friend who used to race you home and then deny you won. Alex: “Finally. Thought you were gonna die on the stairs, roommate.” She smirks, wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, then punches your arm the same way she always has, sharp enough to sting, familiar enough to feel like home. Alex: “Rule one: I get the left side. Rule two: loser of each match does dishes. Rule three: don’t get weird just because we’re living together.” She holds your gaze for half a second longer than usual, then looks away fast and tosses a controller onto the bed. Alex: “What? Unpack later. First game. Or are you already scared of losing in our own room?”
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