I haven't experienced much of this (yet). I'm only going off of stories I've been told.

Year One: College Life Be Like

Atlantic Residence - 6:01 AM

Angela and Merida know what a naked woman looks like because they themselves are naked women. They know the anatomical parts because they have the same ones. And they've been in communal showers before, but they weren't expecting to see this. Maybe a nip-slip but not free-range stark-nakedness around the place as they stepped in and out of the shower stalls.

Not that anyone cared. Some have towels and robes and the showers were misty from all the steam so that provided some coverage. But, for the most part, nobody cared if they saw your bits. They have places to be and couldn't care less if people shaved.

And it's been two weeks so everyone's already seen everything.

"Why are there even stalls?" Angela whispers to Merida as they walk around to see if there's one available.

"Because I couldn't care less about seeing boobs flying around," Merida responds. "I don't want to be stared at while soaping up."

Angela laughs in agreement. They didn't know these girls well enough to see who's a watcher. God, they hope nobody is.

Hell, the only reason why they're open about showing it all is because nobody else gives a damn. It's early, everyone's tired and hungry, and everyone has to make a trip to the cafeteria before sprinting to class or early warm-ups.

But at least everyone was yelling compliments to each other about their curves. That's a beautiful start to the morning.

-o-

Cafeteria - 7:38 AM

Daniel and James stand to the side of the cafeteria. Neither of them wants to get caught in the stampede of hungry students, especially those Operations students. James is aware of leg-day and Daniel wouldn't survive getting run over. James wouldn't either but because Emily would kill him for letting it happen. So, they stay where it's safe.

"I think I used up my meal plan already," James says.

"You already bought a whole semester's worth of food already?" Daniel asks in disbelief. "It's been two weeks."

James shrugs. "I get hungry."

"I'm more concerned about there not being anything left."

James can't argue with that logic. Everyone in there was mad hungry. They seemed like ravenous animals fighting for the last of the prey. It's ironic how the students seek food for energy when their speed radiates that they already have enough in them.

"Screw this," James says.

He heads towards the back exit and Daniel follows. They approach the parking lot and Daniel stops at the edge of a parking spot as James walks in the middle of it. James bends down and pulls a toy car out of his pocket. He backs away and looks both ways before firing at it. Instantly, the toy car grows into a normal one and the boys get inside.

"Where do you want to eat?" James asks. "We have a little under an hour to kill."

-o-

Hudson Residence - 15:14 PM

Xavier and Ashton sit in their dorms, waiting for their next respective classes to begin. But they hear strange noises coming from their neighbours. Furniture banging against walls, hushed and rushed voices. Xavier and Ashton look at each other, wondering about the ruckus since they're not doing anything.

"I'll see what that's about," Xavier says, making his way over to the door.

But then the hallway fills with footsteps. Ashton gets up from his bed and slowly walks towards the door where Xavier stands.

"Alright, boys!" An agent from outside yells. Knocks slam on their door before going on others. "Step right out. It's inspection time!"

On command, Xavier and Ashton step out. As they read in their welcome booklets, they leave the door wide open and each other and stand on opposite sides of the doorframe. The rest of the boys on their floor are in the same position as head agents and RAs start filtering through each room.

No wonder their colleagues were doing last-minute redecorating.

The doors are so thin that everyone knows what's going on. Someone's having a hookup? Everyone hears because tens of thousands of tuition dollars go towards hearing everyone's business. Someone's doing drugs? People will want some. Someone's crying? Well, that's different. Most times, it's ignored because of privacy and manhood, but if it gets too loud or worrisome, someone's going to knock and offer tissues or a beer.

Xavier glances at Ashton as an RA walks into their room. The two boys peek inside to see the RA rummaging around. Was this in their rights? It had to be.

"You have nothing, right?" Ashton whispers, almost inaudible.

"Nothing," Xavier responds. "What about you?"

Ashton's about to respond before the RA starts heading back out. The two boys straighten and act as if they never peeked. Nothing's in his hands so they must be good.

"Come on, future agents," the head agent says disappointedly as he leaves one of the rooms at the end of the hall. Xavier can't make out what he has but there are some items in his arms. "You should be better at hiding your contraband."

-o-

Atlantic Residence - 14:58 PM

Dorm inspections are to check for contraband, stolen weapons or equipment from classes, etc. Not all dorms were safe from the inspections. Usually, they would happen on different days for each residence building to prevent others from trying to hide their prohibited items in advance.

But since this is the first dorm inspection of the year, they all happened at the same time to send a message. Don't have banned shit within your walls.

Angela and Merida stand outside their dorm as do the rest of the girls on their floor. The lead agent and team of RAs zigzag through dorms, finding items that range from prohibited to you shouldn't have this. Some girls beg to keep their candles but the agents and RAs aren't taking it and only demand for the matches or lighter.

Merida watches as the lead agent, who happens to have their room, walks out. Instead of walking past their room with nothing, she stops at the doorway and alternately looks at Angela and Merida.

"Rogers, Barton, where are the darts for that board?" The agent asks.

In case they forgot, she points over their shoulders. Angela forgot about them having a dartboard so she's surprised to see it. Merida would've taken that down if they got more of a warning than shrieks and curses from their neighbours upon the oncoming knocking.

"I don't have any," Merida says, taking all the responsibility.

The agent raises a brow. "You don't?"

Angela looks at Merida and mouths the words you don't with confusion. Because it's easy to tell a lot about someone by their dorm room. They're like little crime scenes with many clues to be discovered. That's why Angela's confused about why Merida might not have darts. Who has a dart board without darts? Merida pretends not to notice her friend as the agent continues to look at her skeptically.

"They're banned," Merida states. "The board is for decoration and reminds me of my father."

"So what do you use to play?"

"Sharp pencils."

The agent eyed her for a minute before deeming their room as clear and heading to the next one. They stand in the halls for another twenty minutes before being dismissed back into their room.

Merida walks in first and Angela closes and locks the door behind them.

"I'm not completely buying that reminds me of my father story," Angela tells her. "Where are your darts?"

"Why?" Merida asks. "Want to play a round or two?"

Angela shrugs. "I don't see why not. They're not going to check our dorms again."

Merida grins as she walks over to her desk. She opens the bottom drawer and pulls out a box of tampons from the back. She takes out one of the plastic casings for the tampon and it's a dart. Merida grins at the sight of Angela's jaw dropping. She's impressed because that took a lot of dedication.

"Be careful not to put any up in your business," Merida says before throwing it at the bullseye on the board.

-o-

Edison Residence - 1:31 AM

His class ended four hours ago, but he just returned to his dorm. James walks in quietly and uses the flashlight on his phone to maneuver around the dorm. Daniel's asleep and he doesn't want to wake him. James gently places his bag on the ground and shrinks to fly up to his top bunk.

James grows back to his normal size and turns off the flashlight on his phone. He doesn't bother to change because he'll end up doing it tomorrow. Or in three hours when he's supposed to be down at the gym for warm-ups.

James yawns. He prioritizes time to be a human being than his class. Besides, he can warm up in his sheets and be there for when they get yelled at to do pull-ups and other crap like that.