College Asriel Roommate Short

"'Sup, Anon?"
The sound of your roommate's voice is the first thing you hear after closing the door to your dorm room. Asriel is sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair now and turned slightly towards you. You greet him with a grin and a wave before shrugging your jacket and satchel off, dropping them against the wall beside the door.
"Not much, Az. How's the paper coming along?"
You hear an almost whining groan at the mention of his essay, and you have to stifle a chuckle from erupting out of your mouth.
"That bad, huh?"
"Anon, I'm terrible at writing these things, you know this." Asriel swivels back into place, tapping his pencil against his cheek and furrowing his brows in concentration. You shrug a little and make your way to the freezer, pulling out a few of those bagel pizza things that your roommate loves so much. Almost as if sensing it, Asriel's head peers around the divider between the room and the kitchenette, shooting you a look.
"It's bad enough I have to write this paper before tomorrow, now you're telling me my bestest buddy in the whole world is stealing my food? I'm not sure if I can handle such betrayal, Anon."
You laugh a bit at his theatrics and shake your head. "Don't worry, Az, I'm putting some in for you as well," you assure him before shutting the microwave and punch in the proper timing.
"...Betrayal forgiven," he replies, withdrawing his head back around the corner. "You know, if I was a rockstar I wouldn't have to worry about sharing food."
You can't help but roll your eyes a little, but a sympathetic smirk pulls at your lips anyway. "Yeah, yeah, you say that all the time, Az," you quip, leaning against the counter and folding your arms as you look out through the window-like hole in the divider at your roommate. "Have you even thought about how you'd pull that off? You're not exactly the type of guy I envision when I think 'rockstar'."
Asriel gives you a look like you'd just insulted his mother. "O-of course I am! You just haven't seen me in my stage outfit, yet." You snort with amusement at that, chuckling as you hold out a hand to stop him.
"Wait, wait, you have a stage outfit?" You ask, trying to hold back the laughter.
"Yeah! It's super cool-looking and will definitely make me look like a rockstar!" As he says this, you fail to hold it back anymore, and bust out with a couple of laughs that are interrupted by the microwave beeping.
"Sorry, Az, I just can't see you as a rockstar at all," you say, trying to soften up the glare he's giving you. "Like, you're just too..."
"Soft? Weak? You think I can't do it because I'm too much of a wuss, don't you?"
You shake your head as you pull out the paper plate with the still slightly sizzling pizza bagels on it, and pop the microwave closed with an elbow. "Nah, man, I just don't see you as a rockstar 'cause you're too nice of a guy," you respond, placing the plate at the end of his desk and pulling up your own swivel-chair to set beside him. "The rockstar life is a cruel one, full of temptation and if you're not careful you can spiral into some very dark places, Az."
"How do you know that?" Asriel asks, taking a bite out of his pizza bagel and looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.
"Saw it in a documentary once," you respond, taking your own bagel, and Asriel snorts a bit.
"So basically you're saying you don't know anything about the rockstar life."
"I dunno man, those documentaries are pretty informative. Did you see the one on your dad?"
"Aw man, don't remind me of that. It's bad enough I get people trying to talk to me about my dad's wrestling career in class. I don't need you bringing it up here in my sanctuary, too."
"Our sanctuary," you correct, punching him lightly on the shoulder.
"Our sanctuary," he replies, chuckling at that. As you munch on your bagel, you lean over to see just how much Asriel's already written, and you're both shocked and not surprised at all to see just a single word written.
"H-hey, you're not allowed to look at my work, answer thief!" Asriel starts, hurriedly moving to shield his essay from your view with his arms in a protective manner. It was too late, though, you saw all you needed to.
"'The', huh? Quite a paper you're writing there, Az. Maybe it'll get nominated for an award or something!" You start laughing as Asriel smacks your arm, trying his best to not join in.
"Darn it, Anon, I already said I'm bad at writing essays."
"I know, I know, I just like fuckin' with ya," you respond, before leaning down to open up the mini-fridge you have situated between your desks.
"Language, Anon~" Asriel says smugly, but you know him well enough by now that it's just for shits and giggles. Asriel might like to play the nice, proper, morally upright goat boy, but you know better than anyone that he swears like a sailor when the right pressure is applied.
"Yeah, whatever, Azz-hole," you quip with a smirk, eliciting a genuine chuckle from your roommate. He always did like that one, though you didn't think it was all that clever. Your cheeky smirk turns to a disappointed groan, however, as you pull out yet another lukewarm cola.
"Angel's wrath, not again."
"Aw man, is that fridge cutting out again?"
"Looks like it," you reply with a disgruntled sigh.
"I don't see what the problem is, really. Can't you just-"
"Yeah, I'm just lazy, okay?" You cut him off, sparking a chuckle and a grin from Asriel. He's firmly looking at you now, and you already know why. With an exaggerated eye roll, you finally relent and start to focus on your 'inner wellspring' or whatever the hell Professor Werdly called it. After a moment, you fill the familiar, comfortable chill travel from your core up to your fingertips, and with a burst of concentration you release a misting of ice fog that swirls up your soda can, mildly frosting it in the process.
"Man, I still think that's super cool, Anon."
"Why? It's just a stupid little bit of mist. I can't summon fireballs and shit like you," you reply, cracking open the now ice-cold can of cola and taking a refreshing sip.
"Yeah, but it's still so much more useful than my magic. All I can do is burn things, but you get to do cool stuff like-"
"Like chilling drinks and making snowmen in July?" You cut him off, smirking a bit at your roommate's enthusiasm for your paltry magic.
"Anon, just because it's like that now doesn't mean you won't get better," Asriel says, that supportive tone coming out once more. "You wanna know what happened when I first tried to cast a spell?"
"Set your dad's beard-"
"I set my dad's beard on fire! Everyone's gotta start somewhere, and... well, humans are just biologically predisposed to not using magic until they're adults."
"Yeah, well, you'd think that with my stunted magical growth that my starting point would at least be on par with yours or something."
"It is rather unfair, isn't it?" Asriel admits, looking a bit downcast.
"Life's unfair, buddy, but it's like you said. I won't get better unless I practice it, right?" You offer, clapping a hand on his shoulder with a grin. Your optimistic turn gives Asriel a bit of a smile, and he nods. "Just like you won't get better at writing papers if you're not in school anymore to write them all the time," you finish with a much more cheeky grin, causing the goat to groan again and shove you away playfully.
"Go to bed, Anon."
"What, and leave my best bud out in the dark to struggle with his paper that's due tomorrow? I don't think I can handle such betrayal, Az." Your roommate snorts at the joke, shaking his head. However, he does scoot aside a little to let you wheel your chair in closer, both sitting at the same desk now. For the rest of the night you discuss the subject of his essay, spitballing ideas back and forth as Asriel writes down what makes sense, until you manage to help him finish up and the both of you pass out in your respective beds.