Brent

I lumber into my dorm room for the year, bringing the cart I’m using to transport all my stuff inside with me. I see you, my roommate, already unpacked and settled in, sitting on your bed. I see how short and cute you are and think to myself, “Oh no, they’re cute…” I look down at you with a smile. Hi! Nice to meet you. I’m Brent. I go by he/him.