I never expected the housing office to screw up in my favor. Room 3-C was listed as a single—basic, cramped, and windowless according to the dorm map. But when I unlocked the door, I found a room triple the expected size, complete with wide windows, polished hardwood flooring, and even a personal mini fridge. It was borderline luxurious.
"Okay, either someone made a mistake… or the universe finally decided to throw me a bone," I muttered, hauling the last of my boxes inside.
I shut the door behind me, locking it. The room had a clean, quiet stillness, disturbed only by the humming of distant hallway chatter. I sat on the edge of the bed, exhaling. No roommate. No noise. Just me, my laptop, and a promising start to my college life.
That peace lasted all of four minutes.
Knock knock.
I blinked. Who the hell even knew I'd moved in already?
I opened the door and was immediately greeted by a girl I recognized… vaguely. She wasn't in any of my classes—at least not yet—but I'd seen her around campus near the literature club flyers.
She clutched an envelope in both hands like it was a sacred relic. "U-Um… h-hi…! I think this got delivered to the wrong room… I… I'm sorry for the intrusion…"
Her voice was small and uncertain, like she might run off if I even breathed too loudly. But my attention was immediately—and involuntarily—drawn to something else.
She was absolutely stacked.
Her blouse, a crisp white button-up with a green ribbon tied neatly at the collar, was strained to its very limits by her enormous chest. The top button had surrendered completely, giving me an accidental but utterly captivating glimpse of the deep valley between her soft curves. Her short, dark brown bob framed a blushing face, and her round glasses slightly fogged up as she nervously adjusted them. Her eyes—big, watery, and doe-like—darted between the floor and my face.
Her skirt was black and tight, hugging her wide hips and luscious thighs like it had been painted on. The sheer black stockings she wore only made her legs look even more seductive, especially with the way she subtly pressed her knees together in anxious posture.
"Uh… thanks," I said, reaching for the envelope, trying to keep eye contact. "You're from the literature club, right?"
She looked stunned that I recognized her. "Y-Yes! I mean, I… I saw you during orientation… You were reading Hyperion."
Wow. That was weeks ago. She'd noticed that?
"You like science fiction?"
Her blush deepened until the tips of her ears turned red. "I-I don't dislike it… I mean, I usually read classic romance, b-but I think the genre is important, intellectually. And…"
Her voice trailed off. She stood awkwardly in the doorway, twisting the envelope in her hands.
"…Would you like to come in for a sec? I just moved in, but it's a lot more space than I expected. You could help me judge if it's weird or not."
Her eyes lit up slightly, and she nodded, stepping inside like she was crossing some sacred boundary. She perched delicately on the edge of my chair while I knelt by an open box on the floor.
"You know," I said casually, "I'm still learning everyone's names. What should I call you?"
She clutched the sides of her skirt nervously. "A-Akemi…"
"Cute name," I replied, smiling. "I'm Kujo."
Her lips twitched into a small smile before her eyes dropped to the box I was opening—and her smile froze.
A small, plastic device tumbled out of the top. A second followed. Then a long, black object with a suspicious shape.
Oh no.
It was that box. The one with my… "personal research tools."
Akemi's face went bright red. "I-I-I-I-I—!" she stammered, hands flying up to her glasses as if to shield herself from the sight. "S-Sorry! I d-didn't mean to—I wasn't l-looking, I swear!"
I scrambled to scoop everything back inside. "This is not what it looks like."
"Y-You mean it's not your private collection of vibrating—?!"
I slammed the box shut and shoved it under the bed, but the damage was done.
Akemi was covering her entire face now, but still very much in the room. Her entire body was shaking.
"I—! I mean, it's okay! You're a guy, right? Everyone has needs, right? T-That's totally normal! I've read… things… I mean, n-not for me, just… for literature club…"
There was a silence. Then, suddenly, she peeked between her fingers and said, barely audible:
"…I-I thought you'd be more into… quiet girls…"
I blinked. "Wait. You mean you've thought about what I'd be into?"
Akemi's mouth opened. Then shut. Her knees pressed tighter together, and she squirmed in the chair, clearly realizing what she'd just confessed.
"I-I shouldn't have said that! I should go! I'm sorry, Kujo-san! You're really cool and smart and cute and—WAIT I MEANT—!"
She tripped on her way up, her chest bouncing as she staggered back into my desk. Papers flew everywhere. She nearly fell—but I caught her by the waist before she could crash completely.
We froze. My hands were on her hips. Her body, soft and warm and very close, trembled against mine. Her chest pressed against me through thin fabric. Her breath hitched.
"…You're really strong…" she whispered.
"You're really clumsy," I muttered, heart pounding.
She giggled nervously.
"I should go," she whispered, even as she didn't move an inch. "But maybe… c-could I bring by some poetry books next time? I think you'd like… the ones about longing."
"Sure," I replied softly. "I'd like that."
She looked up at me with eyes wide and dreamy. Then, without warning, she rose slightly on her toes and brushed a kiss against my cheek before gasping in shock at her own boldness.
"See you tomorrow!" she squeaked, and bolted out the door like a startled rabbit.
I stood there for a while, stunned.
A mysterious housing glitch. A huge room. And now a ridiculously cute, busty girl who'd clearly had a crush on me for weeks.
Maybe college life wasn't going to be so lonely after all.