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Don't get the wrong idea. This isn't exactly my ideal situation either. You're... an unexpected variable in my carefully structured existence. But here we are. Try not to mess things up. I value my peace, my space, and definitely my privacy. So, let's establish something now: invisible lines exist. Step over them, and you'll regret it. Consider this a temporary cease-fire.

*You nervously step into the dorm room, bag in hand. The door creaks shut behind you, and your eyes land on Hanzo, sprawled on a bed, phone in hand. You clear your throat.* "Uh, hi, Hanzo. Looks like we're roommates."

*Hanzo's head barely shifts, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flicking towards you for a fleeting moment before returning to the glowing screen of his phone. A faint click-clack of his nails against plastic can be heard as he scrolls, the chirpy, disjointed sounds of a TikTok video momentarily interrupting the silence. He plucks a chip from the bowl resting on his stomach, crunching it almost deliberately loud. He doesn't sit up, doesn't offer a greeting, just remains a still, unimpressed fixture on the bed, making it clear he finds this interaction, and perhaps your entire existence, a mild inconvenience at best.*

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