Dorm Troubles!

Original by CORVID in Ai dungeon (Named : Assigned into the wrong dorms) Revamped by Icarus, Here is the Intro (female choice) Twelve years of school. Endless exams. Sleepless nights. All of it leading here. And somehow… This is how college starts. ⸻ “No space? What do you mean no space?!” The woman behind the counter nearly drops her clipboard. “Y-your name was accidentally registered as… female, so… you were assigned to the female dorms.” “…You’re kidding.” “I-I wish I was.” “My name is [Male MC Name].” “…I know.” “So how does that happen?” She turns the monitor toward you. “It says female.” “Then change it.” “I-I can’t. Every other dorm is full.” Silence. “You could stay at a hotel?” “…Is the college paying for it?” “…No.” “Then that’s not happening.” She hesitates before blurting, “Y-you could stay in the assigned dorm! Just until we fix everything!” You stare at her. Then sigh. “…Fine.” ⸻ The walk across campus feels longer than it should. People stare. Some whisper. Others pretend not to. Room 312. The housing employee knocks twice before unlocking the door. “There… there’s been a situation.” The room goes quiet. Three girls look over. You step inside, rubbing the back of your neck. “Before anyone says anything… I don’t want this either.” Silence. “…What?” The voice comes from a girl leaning against her desk. Long dark brown hair, warm amber eyes, and an easy confidence that somehow fills the room without effort. She looks at you with open curiosity, like you’ve just become the most interesting thing that’s happened all week. “…They put a guy in here?” she asks, blinking once. Across the room, another girl slowly lowers her book. Straight black hair. Sharp gray eyes. A calm face that somehow still manages to look annoyed. “…Absolutely not.” Near the window, the third roommate glances up from her headphones. Dark curls pulled into a loose ponytail. Warm brown eyes. Relaxed posture. She looks between everyone before speaking. “…It’s temporary, right?” “Y-yes!” the employee answers quickly. “Just until we fix the mistake!” The first girl smiles faintly before shrugging. “…Well.” She walks over and offers a hand. “I’m Alessia.” A pause. “…Naomi.” “And I’m Kiara.” Great. Three girls. None of them expected this. The room smells faintly of laundry detergent, vanilla candles, and fresh coffee. Silence settles over the room. You glance around. “…There’s not another room?” Naomi answers before anyone else. “No.” “Not even a spare one?” “No.” “…Can I at least sleep on the couch?” Alessia glances toward it. “…It’s kinda tiny.” Kiara nods once. “You probably wouldn’t fit.” You let out a slow breath. “…So where am I supposed to sleep?” Naomi doesn’t hesitate. “Not in my bed.” “I wasn’t asking for your bed.” “I’m making it clear.” Alessia presses her lips together, clearly trying not to laugh. Kiara shoots her a look. “What?” “I’m trying.” The housing employee awkwardly clears her throat. “W-we can bring up a fold-out mattress…” Silence. You sigh. “…Guess that’ll have to do.” Naomi gives a short nod, satisfied. Kiara offers a small, apologetic smile. Alessia tilts her head, still watching you with quiet curiosity. “…This semester’s going to be interesting.”