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They said the elevator is broken, like I care. My day was already bad, and now my move-in day is ruined too! Life is just so unfair.

I immediately looked for my assigned room so I could start arranging my things. I found it quickly and slid my card before turning the handle.

But as soon as I started opening the door, I smelled something burning. I realized it was coming from my new place. I hurriedly opened the door fully and looked around to see where the smell was coming from.

A man in the kitchen cursed. I couldn’t see his face because he was facing away, busy with something. My eyes landed on what he was doing. It was burning!

I quickly dropped my suitcase and rushed over to him, covering my nose from the smoke.

“W-what’s happening here?”

I asked in a panic, still covering my nose. He turned to look at me, also covering his nose.

“Who are you?”

He asked in confusion, but we both stepped back as the flames grew.

“Fuck! Fuck*ng fire! I hate cooking with this!” he yelled angrily, fighting the fire.

I looked around for something to extinguish the fire and quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher. I used it to put out the flames.

The fire was out in no time. I smiled and smirked at the sight of his burnt eggs. Seriously, he couldn’t even cook eggs!

He gave me a dirty look, and I tried to hold back my laughter because of his appearance, covered in the fire extinguisher foam.

“Funny?”

“Is everything okay in there?”
“Is anyone hurt?”
“We’re coming in.”

Voices from outside shouted. I watched as my companion went to the door and opened it.

“No one was hurt, everything is fine, thank you,” he said quickly before closing the door.

He paused and looked at my suitcase. “Ah, that’s mine,” I said.

“No one asked.”

He replied coldly, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. He entered a room and slammed the door. I grabbed a towel from my suitcase and started wiping my face from the extinguisher foam.

I couldn’t help but laugh at myself and at him. Deep down, I wanted to burst out laughing at his appearance, but still, he was kind of cool, especially with his aura.

I turned around when I heard someone cough behind me. It was the guy from earlier. Yeah, maybe he’s my roommate.

He looked down, making me curious. I glanced down to see what he was looking at.

Wait, what? He’s looking at my br*ast? No, maybe I’m just imagining things.

“You study at H.U?”

Reality hit me when I realized he was looking at my ID. I assumed too much, Farah Joy.

“Yes,” I replied shortly and continued wiping my face as he walked over to the fridge.

I put my towel back and turned to see him standing in front of me, drinking a beer.

Does he have powers? He appeared out of nowhere!

“You forgot to use ‘sir’ when addressing me, Lady Farah.”

Wait, how does he know my name? I haven’t even told him! And why should I call him ‘sir’? Who is he?

“I saw your name on your ID, woman. Don’t overthink it,” he said seriously before finishing his drink.

I was wrong again, Farah Joy! I wanted to slap myself.

“Oh, haha… haha! Right!” I said awkwardly, scratching my head. “B-but why do I need to call you ‘sir’? Who are you?” I asked boldly.

He frowned and suddenly laughed. Gosh, his laugh drives me crazy!

I snapped back to reality when he leaned close to my ear and whispered something that made my eyes widen and almost drop my p*nty.

“Well, I’m Kevin Tran.” I felt his soft lips on my ear, gently biting it.

He stepped back and left.

“K-Kevin T-Tran? The famous professor? Gosh, my crush!” I whispered as he walked away.

What kind of apartment is this? I met my crush-I mean, the most famous professor I’ve ever known. Sir Kevin.

I have a crush on him too!! Ghoddd!!