The thing about living with another person is you eventually get used to them. Begrudgingly against your own will that is, but it's true.
His first introduction to Alhaitham is in a crowded hallway.
The hustle and bustle of dozens of students washes over Kaveh as he attempts to find his new dorm through the haze. Numbers and nameplates blur together in the mess of students and suddenly Kaveh regrets not having someone come along with him, at the very least for support. He eyes the small scrap of paper duct taped to his box, room 307, occasionally jerking his head around for room 307. Darting through the flickers of bodies— 307— his eyes only meet 325 and 338 and, where's 307?! Why are the numbers going up? 307, 307, 307, 30—
Kaveh smashes face first into the hard frame of a shoulder, the insides of his box spilling as it hits the floor. Students diverge around them like waves, parting for the two as Kaveh stares forlornly at his abused box.
By the time he's glanced up at the stranger, an apology readily on his lips, the piercing tone of indifference passes through him.
"Watch where you're going next time,"and then Kaveh's left alone in the hall, the contents of his box strewn against the floor right next to the remains of his good mood.
Kaveh stands there dumbfounded at his back before he hastily begins scooping things back into his box. As he plucks up one of his textbooks from underneath another person's shoe (and ignores the brown shoe print stuck to the cover, for his own sanity.) he prays that that guy's dorm is not next to his, better yet, not on his floor. And preferably they'll never cross paths again.
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Kaveh meets him again only a minute later in the doorway of their shared dorm.
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Strained is the only word he can use to describe the relationship that unfolds past that day. He'd like to say that their first encounter was a fluke and was not an accurate representation of Alhaitham's character.
But sometimes the surface is just as it looks, Alhaitham is an annoying, narcissistic prick who most likely takes joy in Kaveh's misfortune. And he has evidence, he could write a 5000 word essay, double-spaced, 12 point font in MLA format with cited references and quotes of these instances— for free.
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Alhaitham, for all his class and annoyance when anyone dares touch his own stuff, begins to parse through Kaveh's drawers. He only stops to toss a half-hearted, "where's your hair spray," over his shoulder.
Kaveh glances up from his laptop, "Huh? What do you need it for? Don't dig so carelessly through my things!"
Not missing a beat, Alhaitham adds on, "There's a spider."
Kaveh's skin crawls immediately as he ducks and looks around the area of the dorm. "There's a what?! Wait— Alhaitham, that hair spray's expensive— Alhaitham!!"
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Kaveh near stomps into the lounge area. 30 minutes prior he'd emptied every drawer he'd had, checked under every crevice, flipped his bed, and then some. Something Kaveh never expected when he'd moved into the dorms was everything and anything he'd owned disappearing the second he'd set it down, only to turn up in one of his neighbors, or more often than not— his roommates' hands. Said main suspect of today's missing object sits indifferently in the corner of the lounge.
Not for long he does, "Alhaitham!" Kaveh, definitely stomping now, appears in front of him, tipping the top of his book down to peer at him.
"Where are my bunny slipp—" A quick glance downwards has him near fuming, "are you wearing them?!"
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