((HEY, I UPDATED FOR ONCE- This is definitely not a cocky hacker Mumbo x shy transgender Grian rival roommate college AU from a roleplay *Cough cough* I may have altered it. Suck my ass, I'm trying to pass writer's block))

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°•Grian's POV•°

I hate my roommate. I hate this sly bitch. I hate his devilish smirk and cunning intelligence. I hate his perfect obsidian, glossy hair, and his bastardly clever remarks. If I could drop-kick his ass to the sun, I wouldn't hesitate, but unfortunately I would get banned from the college dorms.

Possibly banned from campus in general.

As I profoundly sulk in silence, staring around Mumbo's friend's compacted warehouse called a garage, my arms tightly cross over my chest as I try to look aggravated. A still paper bag of leftover McDonald's food and grease sits next to my wooden stool and I kick it off.

My eyes keep averting to Mumbo as he works at the hood of a gray truck, and when I realize I'm observing his skillful hands crafting inside of the truck's instrument panel - or whatever the hell he said, his encyclopedia vocabulary he has for a brain gives my head a migraine - I use every fiber in my body to glance in a different direction.

Why in God's name did I agree to tag along to whatever illegal actions he is doing? Selling car components to someone named Ren, who runs a perfectly legal auto-repair in the countryside, Mumbo got himself in a dangerous spot. I've only been roomed with him for a week and he somehow accessed the mainframe of my KeyBank account!

I remember the note he tucked into my bag on the very first day of college, the very first Algebra class we had together. His despicable grin that his flushed lips curled into, the mischief swirling inside of his attractive hazel eyes, what was I going to expect? It was wrong of me to challenge him, to dare him to do something horrible.

<Prepare for your worst>

The note is stuffed inside one of the little compartments of my bookshelf, and every single time my eyes scan across the letter, a harsh shudder runs down my body. But I know he isn't a griefer. He may be able to somehow get past the federal firewall to ingress into my authorized records, but I know deeply buried under his smug demeanor, he has a somewhat compassionate nature.

"Grian," Mumbo snaps, giving me a side glance with his usual diabolical smirk. My eyes blink and I instantly realize how long I have been staring at him. Heat suddenly crawled onto my cheeks and I bashfully look down at the cement ground.

I begrudgingly mutter a response. "W-What?" I wish his perfectly structured face would smash into a brick wall. It's a little over 7 in the morning, the sun of the pushing dawn reflecting his skin, and I cannot deal with this brat already.

"Can you find me the toolbox for truck bulbs?" I take a brief, yet dangerous, glimpse at him, and quickly locked into his eyes. The corners of his lip haul into a wider smirk. A dot of sweat trails down the side of his face, mockingly reminding me how strikingly curved his handsome face is. "The C3AB-13466-B bulb wiring and fuse panel seemed to have combusted."

Smartass. I don't know what kind of language he is speaking, but the first part sounded fairly easy enough. My reluctant movement made him scoff loudly with a roll of his eyes.

"Do I need to dumb it down for you? Find the red metal box labeled 'bulbs', Grian." My crimson face only grew worse the more he talked with his sharp tongue, and it made me want to ultimately slap him. I glance at all the steel shelves and desks with circuit boards sprawled across the surface, all the worn-down posters of older bands like Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Beatles. It was hard to maneuver through the pick-up truck and the mess of storage.

There are so many drawers and filing cabinets of secrets that are spewing from the top, overflowing with utensils, and documented papers. I glance under a metallic table that held several car modules of all kinds. Three toolboxes, rusty with dents etched across their rugged bodies, sit on one another.

I finally find myself smiling like a dork, a flooded feeling of triumph filling my chest for I found the correctly labeled box under the ruckus. There were so many items and instruments used for car handling to process everything, it truly fascinated me on how Mumbo and Ren pulled this all off. Even if some of this isn't legal, it was still amazing! I seize the box, only for it to drop to the ground with a loud metallic clank as I grip the handle.

I try again, not realizing a box for light bulbs and wiring would be so heavy. A grunt tugs from my throat and I shuffle across the garage once more to hand the toolbox to Mumbo.

Except, when I rounded the truck to see him again, I lost any grip on the toolbox and my eyes widened profoundly. The entire toolbox crashes in front of my feet, almost shattering my eardrums from the deafening clatter of tools spilling. My chest swells with an emotion I can't quite depict and my heart wrenches violently, pounding in my ears. I can't peel my eyes away from Mumbo as he leans against the front hood of the truck.

His sweat covered shirt rests on his right shoulder and I wish he didn't take it off. I couldn't even comprehend his built body. All words hover in the back of my throat, and I know if I try to speak, I will only end up choking.

Oh fuck, he's hot. Really hot! The brawny structure of his biceps and hefty abdomen leaves my face scorching. If I look far enough down, I can make out his defined V-line-

"Are you done staring? I would like to be a porn model for you, but I don't have the time right now. God, I would rather sacrifice my firstborn than deal with your clumsiness," I can tell he was trying to sound unamused, but the undeniable grin he holds was saying he loves showing off his body. He mentioned before he doesn't make friends easily, how is that even possible?!

"I- you- uh-" my bottom lip only proceeds to make me more embarrassed as it quivers. Words fail to leave from my mouth so I clamp my lips shut and watch as he ducks down to pick up the items I dropped. But when he does so, his head falls close to my pelvis because of the proximity of the items that dropped to my feet.

I'm inwardly shouting, screaming, hollering at myself to move or take a step back, but all nerves in my body shut down. I can only observe him as he collects the items seemingly in ease. His rough hands scoop up the items and when he gets the majority, he looks up at me with narrow eyes. The only response I can give was a small gulp as I try to swallow down the crisp morning air.

The way his dagger stare pierce into my soft eyes like a knife cutting through butter at room temperature made me want to melt in a puddle. His keen eyes study my expression closely as he fixes his bearing, looking down at me.

I may be insecure about my feminine structure and any exposed parts of my body, but fuck, I want his hot breath to press against my body. I want him to suck the sensitive skin on my neck and leave a series of marks so everyone knows that I belong to him. It's disgusting to want him to use my body as a little toy, but I can't help but feel like that would be a fantasy come true.

I've known this hoe for a week and I'm falling face first into his astounding charm. How sickening am I?

"You may have dropped everything, but I still am thankful that you tried to help me," Mumbo says, and that annoying toothy grin appears on his face again. His available hand lifts my chin and I can't help but feel my body tremble under his simple touch. "Thank you, Babycake~ I'll make sure to make the job harder so I can take a picture of your tomato face."

My button nose scrunches as I attempt to sneer, but his laugh makes me severely queasy. Not only the deep rumble of laughter from the back of his throat made my entire neck burn, but the nickname he often calls me makes me want to sink to my knees.

"I feel like if I do anything, you squirm like a bitch in heat," he leans down and puffs a hot breath in my ear as he speaks. "What are you thinking, Babycake, huh? You think I'm going to be nice because I bought you McDonald's or invited you to meet Ren? You might want to think again, kitten." I take a deep, wavering breath of bitter air, which stung my throat.

"F-Fuck off," was the only reply to suppress past my stuttering. A dark chuckle reverberates from the back of his throat, and I know for a fact this man, my roommate, is going to haunt my worst nightmares. I know he would never perform any form of sexual assault (since it's obviously stated in the guidelines of dorm sharing that it's prohibited) but why am I silently begging for him to pin me harshly to the wall?

Oh god, I'm so disgusting, please get rid of these thoughts! Having daydreams of an attractive secret hacker pressing his entire body against me has never crossed my mind and now that those daydreams have, I want to tie myself on a pair of train track rails. Hell, I hardly know anything about this enigma of a man, one that keeps his distance away from me, and it's beginning to drive me up the wall.

I want to know everything about him.

I've never met anyone like Mumbo before, and I hope to never leave him. He may be mysterious, sometimes illegal, hotter than the flames of Hell, and have a vicious aura, but I want to get to know him. I want him to notice me. Is that so wrong? To have an unordinary guy such as him to notice me? Sure, it would be nice if he constrained my wrists to a bed, but that is of unimportance! His personality is more intriguing than his body.

Well... they're both equally intriguing actually. I don't think my brain will allow me to deny it.

"You horny motherfucker, why can't you leave me alone?" I growl after the short pause of regaining my thoughts. I felt proud that I finally snatched my strong composure and I tried my absolute hardest to darken my expression. Immediately, Mumbo bursts into a fit of loud chuckling.

"You are gonna have to try harder than that, Babycakes. You're adorable with your freckled face and baby Rudolph nose. Maybe when you look less like a toddler, I'll consider you to be serious," and with those words, Mumbo draws back, his lips still winding into that same simper. The rugged skin of his palm that held my chin advances away and all the following warmth provided by Mumbo leaves.

I would be lying if I said I didn't like his commanding ambiance. I'm not going to fall into submission that easily, but I know he will break me one way or another as time ticks away. And despite all the troubles I managed to obtain in the following week, there is one thing that I know for sure.

This college year is going to suck.