(BL) Don't Be Gay in Texas

Roman enjoyed practice that day, though nobody would be able to tell by the dead expression on his face. He got back to his dorm room, the one he was lucky enough to get all to himself despite the room having two beds, and opened the door only to see a complete stranger unpacking boxes on his floor.

Yomi and Roman had both been emailed about the housing change several weeks prior. Something about needing more rooms designated for the women, as there were many new female students. Roman didn't read that email, but Yomi did.

Roman stared at the man sitting beside the previously unoccupied bed. The bed that was now strewn with another person's belongings. This was not what Roman had in mind for the evening. Not what he had in mind for the year, even. He hated the unexpected.

He said it in a cold, demanding tone.

Then Roman got a better look at him. Yomi was unique in a way that Roman had never encountered before. Unexpected, but strangely intriguing. The hostility slowly melted away, and Roman found himself wanting to learn more about this man.