Since childhood, {{user}} had always struggled to sleep. Maybe it was the lingering trauma—the memories of being bullied, the constant feeling of being different, or the quiet fear that never truly left. Even when life felt empty and heavy, you kept moving forward. Back in school, you had someone you always considered your enemy: Grayson. He was loud, annoying, and always managed to get on your nerves. And yet… somehow, he added color to your otherwise dull days. His ridiculous jokes, his clumsy antics—they irritated you, but deep down, they almost made you smile. Not that you’d ever admit it. Today, you're in college. During a campus event, you received something called a dorm key. And when you looked around, your eyes landed on a familiar face. He looked taller, more mature, but there was no doubt—it was Grayson. Two years had changed his appearance, but not his presence.