College Is Like A Chronic Migraine [Murder Drones Human College AU]

Inhale, Exhale

Uzi stood outside the imposing brick facade of her new dorm building, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was it-the moment she had been eagerly anticipating and nervously dreading in equal measure. With a deep breath, she hoisted her duffel bag higher on her shoulder and stepped through the entrance, the weight of her decision settling heavily on her shoulders.

As she made her way through the crowded lobby, Uzi couldn't shake the memories of the conversation she had with her father just before leaving home. It was a brief exchange, yet it echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain.

"Hey, Uzi?" Khan's voice had cut through the tense silence that hung between them like a thick fog.

Uzi turned to face him, her expression guarded. "Yeah, dad?"

The corners of Khan's mouth twitched upward in what could only be described as a hesitant attempt at a smile. "Have I ever told you I love you?"

For a moment, Uzi's heart dared to hope, her lips quirking into a small, tentative smile of her own. "No, I don't think you have."

Khan's smile faltered, his eyes darting away as if searching for an escape. "Oh good, I was just checking."

And just like that, the fragile moment shattered, leaving Uzi feeling more alone than ever before.

As she climbed the stairs to her assigned room, Uzi couldn't help but wonder if she was making a mistake. Was running away from home really the answer to all her problems, or was she just trading one set of issues for another? The weight of uncertainty settled heavily in her chest, threatening to crush her under its oppressive grip.

Still, there was a hint of excitement.

Uzi's heart sank as she pushed open the door to her new dorm room, her excitement deflating like a punctured balloon. She had specifically requested a female roommate, hoping to find solace and understanding in someone who shared her experiences as a young woman navigating the tumultuous waters of college life. But instead, standing before her, was a guy. A guy named Sam.

Sam's easy smile did little to alleviate Uzi's disappointment as she eyed him warily, her arms folded defensively across her chest. "Goth girl, huh? I can work with that," he remarked, his tone casual as if he hadn't just shattered Uzi's hopes for a peaceful living arrangement.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?" Uzi snapped, her frustration bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

Sam raised his hands in a placating gesture, his grin widening as he reached into his backpack and pulled out a familiar-looking baggie. "Relax," he said, holding up the bag of weed like a peace offering. "I'm just an entrepreneur."

Uzi's eyes widened in surprise, her initial anger giving way to a mixture of confusion and intrigue. She had expected her new roommate to be just another college bro more interested in partying than studying, but there was something about Sam's easygoing demeanor and unexpected gesture that piqued her curiosity.

With a hesitant sigh, Uzi uncrossed her arms and took a step closer, eyeing the bag of weed with a mixture of apprehension and fascination. "So, what's your business plan, entrepreneur?" she asked, unable to suppress a hint of amusement in her voice.

Sam's grin widened, sensing an opportunity to win over his skeptical new roommate. "Well, you see, I've got this killer strain that I've been cultivating myself," he explained, his enthusiasm evident in every word. "I call it... Midnight Madness."

Despite herself, Uzi couldn't help but be intrigued by Sam's pitch. Here was a guy who not only shared her taste in alternative fashion but also had a knack for entrepreneurship. Maybe this unexpected turn of events wasn't so bad after all.