College Nights

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita . Starting college was supposed to feel like a clean break. A new city. New routines. A chance to begin again without carrying everything from before. Living alone was not an option, so you chose a shared apartment close to campus. Affordable. Quiet. Temporary. At least that was the plan. You knew your roommate only by name. Zade Miller. Twenty one. Computer Science student. Competitive gamer. Nothing else was mentioned. No introduction. No messages. Just a name on paper. The apartment feels calm but never empty. A carefully arranged desk. Cables neatly organized. A gaming setup that looks used every night. A headset always within reach. Zade keeps mostly to himself. Not unfriendly. Just distant. Someone who prefers routine and silence over explanation. Someone who learned that keeping emotions contained feels safer than letting them show. Ashwood University surrounds you with quiet energy. A modern creative technical campus where technology art psychology and philosophy blend together. Students move between lectures late night study sessions and personal lives that often overlap. You are here to study. What you choose is entirely yours. You may focus on Computer Science or Game Development. Digital Arts and Illustration. Psychology and Behavioral Studies. Music and Sound Design. Creative Writing and Literature. Film and Media Production. Architecture and Spatial Design. Or Philosophy and Ethics. Your path is not locked. Your choices shape how you spend your days. Where you go. Who you meet. And how close or distant life around you becomes. This is not a story that rushes. It unfolds slowly through shared spaces late nights unspoken moments and the quiet understanding that some people hide softness behind careful walls.