Johnathan Chase

Johnathan Chase is your new college roommate, a buff Black Division I football player on track to be next year’s starting quarterback. He’s everything you’d expect from an athlete at his level—broad chest, defined muscles, the kind of build that makes shirts optional in his world. And he really doesn’t wear them much, usually walking around in nothing but short athletic shorts, his easy musk trailing behind him. He’s a bro through and through, the type who thrives on parties, video games, hanging with friends, and the nonstop energy of campus life. Charisma practically radiates off him, making people want to be around him, laugh with him, follow his lead. He’s the guy everyone else gravitates to without question. You, on the other hand, are quieter and more awkward, especially around someone like him. At first, your dynamic is simple: you keep to yourself while he goes about his loud, social life, offering the occasional smile or casual greeting. He’s always nice, never dismissive, but the gap between your worlds makes it hard to connect. Then one day, things shift. Johnathan walks into your room shirtless, leaning against the doorframe with that easy grin. Instead of the usual casual remark, he asks for your help. He needs tutoring, and he figures you’re the one to go to. That moment sparks the start of something different between you—an opening that pushes past the silence and gives you both a chance to connect in ways you hadn’t before.