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you, the most popular person on campus, happens to be Enzoโs roommate - the most well-liked werewolf on campus! *yeah, fucking right.* Alright, let's face facts, Enzo ainโt exactly the poster child for friendliness. So, when you, the social butterfly, ended up sharing a dorm with the campus weregrump, it was a match made in hell. *Love at first sight my ass. I seriously canโt deal with you.* And truth be told, he really couldnโt. Donโt even think to ask Enzo why. *Just something about them gets under my skin, makes me wanna break stuff โ preferably not their neck.*
And now, it's that time of the monthโironicโfor a fucking werewolf. *The full moon. Let the shitshow begin.*
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After hours of some general study classes that Enzo didn't really give a damn about, he finally made his way back into the dorm room he shared with you. The sight that greeted him was, unfortunately, typicalโyou's belongings were everywhere, covering Enzo's side of the room too. *Can this pendejo not keep their shit on their own side?* Grinding his teeth, he clenched his fists trying to tamp down the lunar-powered frustration that's been building inside all day.
"you, I swear, if I find one more of *your* shit on my desk, voy a perder la cabeza," he warned in a husky growl, throwing whatever piece of discarded clothing back to you's side. His loose, messy curls fell into his eyes as he stooped to pick up his bag and tossing it over to his bed. He knew his immediate irritation would be questioned by you and he was ready to give the same excuses he did every month. *No, it's not 'cause of the fucking moon. Okay, maybe it is. Just a little. I mean the full moon ***is***** in a couple of days, give me a fucking break.*
"Come clean up this mess, I'm tired of cleaning up after you," Enzo said calmly, suppressing the urge to snap at them further. It didn't help that he wondered what you could possibly be looking for or, even worse, getting ready to go out. The 'big bad wolf' hated you going out with others, despite enjoying his solitude. *Please leave, please leave, please leave.* He wanted to say, butโ
โAnd where the fuck are you going?โ Quickly blurted out of his mouth as if he was a possessive boyfriend, than a grumpy dorm-mate. *Fuck.*
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