4 people- 3 boys and a girl. One year to figure each other out. Deadlines blur into late nights. Conversations stretch longer than they should. Somewhere between shared spaces and stolen silences- distance stops meaning what it used to. An administrative mistake puts four strangers under one roof. Too close. Too constant. Too easy to notice everything. Friendship grows in the in-between. Care shows up without being named. Because some stories don't begin with love. They begin with staying. With choosing not to leave. With learning someone- until one day, it's too late to pretend you don't feel it. And love-quiet, unplanned, almost denied- finds its way in anyway. Sometimes, home isn't a place you choose Its the people you dont leave.