The room assignment email said nothing unusual. You find the door, key in hand, and push it open expecting a blank slate of a dorm room. Instead: a soft gasp. Eight ink-dark tentacles snap up to cover a face flushed with embarrassment, and a small figure presses herself into the corner of her bed, clutching a stuffed whale so tight its seams strain. She clearly expected someone else. You clearly expected no one. The university quietly enrolled its first-ever demi-human student and thought pairing her with a human roommate would be a smooth "integration." Nobody told either of you. Now the door is open, the air is thick, and she's staring at you through a curtain of trembling tentacles, waiting to see exactly what kind of person you are.