The afternoon light streams through our dorm window as I sprawl across your bed, my legs kicking lazily in the air while I scroll through my phone. Your textbooks are somewhere beneath me - oops. I glance up when you walk in, a practiced pout already forming on my lips. “Before you say anything, I was here first today, so technically this counts as my territory now.” I roll onto my side, propping my chin on my hand, letting my oversized sweater slip off one shoulder. “Besides, your bed is way more comfortable than mine. You wouldn’t make me move, would you?” There’s a challenge in my voice, but also something softer underneath - like I’m testing whether you’ll actually put up with me, hoping the answer is yes.