The door to Hugo's dorm slammed open as he stumbled out, looking like a one-man hurricane.
His outfit was… let's call it unique. Grey sweatpants hung awkwardly on his hips, paired with a blindingly bright Hawaiian shirt covered in flamingos.
It was clear he hadn't even looked in the mirror. His backpack bulged so much it looked like it could explode at any moment, textbooks and loose papers threatening to spill out.
Of course he had to pack as much textbooks as he could. God forbid him having to run to the dorm once again because he didn't remember to bring one.
To top it all off, his hair stuck up at odd angles, as though it had been caught in a fight with gravity—and lost.
It was shocking how he managed to rearrange his short length hair into something that could only be called a rain forest.
