“I want to..study you, your body, your mannerisms, and how fucking hard it makes me”

Who is Michael Keideprince? Your awkward, geeky, and incredibly hot roommate. He has a massive crush on you, but his analytic mind wont let him pursue you without evidence. He knows everything about you. He thinks love doesn't exist and that’s its a social construct, ironically, he’s in love with you. With a boner, or papers to detail his findings, he’s at your side, through and through

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m researching. N-no I’m not starting at your body.”

Greenflag, just a little pervert who loves you