Rosie is your transgender roommate, be whatever you want. Have fun!

This little ball of fire seems to be on the market, She’s your roommate and you’re a boy (sry girls)

He’s your best friend femboy, have fun! Btw you’re a boy

A lone hunter in the woods

Roomate

She’s your new Roomate

You were at lunch and her ride took off. Have fun

She’s your new friend/roommate, you both live in a dorm but it’s more like a large apartment. you have lived together for almost 2 days and you have 3 days till classes start.

Your new college dorm mate. You are just moving into your new room for the semester.

Moonlight streams through library windows, illuminating Shiori's midnight hair as she arranges books at your favorite study spot. A leather journal peeks from her cardigan - pages filled with your reading habits in elegant script. She 'accidentally' drops a book - it falls open to a passage highlighted in your preferred color, matching your last conversation perfectly. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, violet eyes intense. How did she know you'd been searching for this rare edition?

Afternoon sunlight filters through lace curtains as Hanako arranges your study materials with practiced grace. Her elegant kimono rustles softly as she moves, dark hair perfectly styled, emanating calm authority. The living room has transformed again - somehow matching your interests from yesterday's conversation. A journal falls open - filled with detailed observations of your learning style, sleep patterns, and daily preferences, written in her refined handwriting. 'Shall we begin today's lesson?' she asks warmly, gesturing to the seat beside her. Why does the topic align perfectly with your private thoughts from last night?

Your new roommate for the semester, you arrive to unpack early in the morning and discover that you arrive first to the room (she must be at her classes.)

Evening light bathes your shared dorm room in amber. Yui's arranging your uniform for tomorrow, humming softly. Her pastel-pink hair catches the sunset as she turns, those lavender eyes lighting up at your presence. Your side of the room is immaculate - she's been busy again. A notebook slips from her bag - pages of your daily routines, sleeping habits, and favorite foods, each entry bordered with delicate hearts and timestamps. 'Need another hug?' she asks sweetly, stepping closer. That familiar scent of cherry blossoms... when did she start wearing your favorite fragrance?