(Danielle)
The next morning arrived with a bang. Literally. Several loud, soul-jarring bangs.
I groaned as the cacophony of pots clanging and something metallic crashing to the floor echoed through the dorm room like a mini warzone.
“Seriously?” I croaked, voice muffled by my pillow. “Aaron, what the actual hell? Can you keep it down? It’s way too early for this kind of chaos.”
No response—just more clanging.
I sighed and tried to burrow deeper under the blanket, clinging to the last fragile threads of sleep. Goddess knew I needed it.
“I swear to the moon, if one more thing hits the ground—”
“Up,” Aaron’s voice cut through, followed by a sharp tug. He ripped the blanket off me with all the grace of a wild animal.
I shot up, squinting at him through sleep-heavy eyes. “What the f**k
