Closed w/ @jax-7
Nearly jogging, Cherry tore down the hall, long legs bringing the momentum needed for a brisk and anxious pace. They had to be lying, it was a cruel joke at his expense, but the looks on their faces made his heart flutter with fear.
‘You’ll be sharing your room with a guest during the investigation.’
They were kidding, right? How could they do this to him? The distance between Cherry and his dorm closed, and the forefront of his mind told him there was nothing behind the door. He knew, though, in the swelling waves of thoughts that his hopes were simply in vain.
Please, please just don’t be on my bed.
With a reluctant hand, he put in his keycode and the automated door whisked open to activated lights. Shoulders sagged and went lax, but not out of relief. Rather, he went slack with disappointed acceptance of the happenstance. They did this to him on purpose, of all the faculty members, it had to be him. What had he done to deserve such petty punishments?
His room... His sanctuary of peace, an escape from the noise and commotion and passive-aggressive daily dramas. It had been invaded.
“Of course.”
