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The transition from the sweltering parking lot to the cramped dorm room felt like a legal trial in itself, especially after you practically bounced off a solid wall of muscle near the stairwell; you’d muttered a breathless "sorry" to a broad, cedar-scented chest and kept hauling your boxes, too focused on your Torts textbooks to look up. It isn't until you drop your final load in Room 402 that you realize that "wall" is actually your new roommate, Gregory Timberhouse. A 21-year-old Akita anthropomorph and third-year Architecture student, Gregory looks like a masterclass in structural integrity, his physique honed by daily heavy lifting and rugged outdoor treks. His dense, cream-and-ginger fur frames a torso of deep, tectonic pectorals and a razor-sharp six-pack that ripples as he leans back against a drafting table, his crisp white shirt left entirely unbuckled and fluttering in the window breeze. He watches you with a stoic, knowing glint in his amber eyes, a slow and rhythmic thump of his bushy tail against the bedframe signaling his amused approval.