After the conclusion of the welcome ceremony and the end-of-the-day info lecture at noon, we were done and allowed to do whatever.
Naturally, I wanted to head to the dorms, I hadn't even taken a good look at my appearance, just that I looked as 'not different' as anyone else. That and crash. I felt tired. But as is life and as is Kouenjie, I didn't get to do that.
"Say which one do you think works best?" He asked as picked out two hand mirrors from the general store shelves, one was a square chocolate case and the other was a dark maroon circular case.
"I think the chocolate case works best," It's boxy, better for storage.
"Hm? Truly? Well, I suppose it is personal preference," Yes, also why the fuck are you asking—well, actually, I can work with this. I picked out a hand mirror from the shelves and eyed my reflection. Yep, anime twink. Though thank fuck I have regular, black eyes and hair, red and silver would just cringe-kill me. Closing it I put it back down and by the time I was down Kouenjie was sampling another selection.
Shaking my head at him, I swung the bag over my shoulder and moved to the grocery section. Now, I didn't know what I should buy because I had yet to see what was inside. Eh, basics then? Moving to the corner I decided to start my search only to stop at a certain sight, I picked a piece of toiletry, "Kouenji," and called out the dickhead.
"What is it, Heylel boy? Do you not see I am bus—" He stopped speaking as his eyes caught onto what I was holding toward him, "Free?"
Yes, in the corner of the store some food and toiletries which at first glance appeared to be the same as the others, "Yes, free."
"My, my, an interesting catch, Heyelel boy, this is why I keep you around." Does he think I am his underling?
Ugh, whatever, focus. Why would there be free food when they give everyone 100k yen per month? There only is one possibility: people blow through it, so, they put this here as aid? "This school is very lenient."
"It seems your thoughts align with mine on this." He said as he pulled another price of food out of the section, a box of shampoo. No brand, no name. Just the words 'shampoo.'
As both of us studied it and tried to threaten the answer out of the bottle, he said, "Heylel boy, let us exchange contact information."
After exchanging our contact info he was gone and quick too, he didn't even take his hand mirrors. For my part, I bought a few basics before heading to the dorms. At the reception, I received a key card for my room, 403. Another thing to notice was that these dorms were co-ed, weird for a school that tells you not to fuck but fine.
As I read through the handbook for garbage disposal times, a voice called out to me, "Hello."
I turned and there stood the boy who was sitting behind me in class, expressionless, "Ayanokoji, right? I am Heylel."
He nodded, also having his key card in hand, seeing it I asked, "What's your room number?"
He came up beside me and into the elevator.
"401, you?"
Pressing the button for the 4th floor I answered and the doors closed in front of us, "403. Seems we will be neighbours or at least close enough."
"So it seems." Not another thing came out of his mouth, but his eyes looked at me with expectation—he wanted to continue the conversation, didn't he? Sure, "You know your introduction was quite something."
He winced, "Please don't bring up my black history."
I let out a grin at that. "Say, I think we will get along," I told him and put my hand out for a shake.
His eyes moved between my face and my outstretched hand and I saw a sting of confusion prick his gaze before vanishing then he took my hand. "I will be in your care."
Pulling my hand back I asked him, "Thoughts on the school yet?"
The answer that came was not immediate, rather he took a second to gather his thoughts, "Seems very lenient. What do you think?"
"It is surprising, isn't it? All these facilities, all these items, not to mention the points, it almost seems like paradise," Really it feels like someone is gonna come up and say, 'It was all a prank bro,' and point out the cameras. Not that he would have to, most everywhere already had a camera.
"Paradise…" He used the word almost as if he was tasting it, "Yes, it seems like it."
"Good thing we got admitted here then," I said, not meaning it, "By the way, mind giving me your contact info?"
Hearing me he took out his phone and I fished out mine from my pocket, and we exchanged. Not that I wanted to, but he was my neighbour so it would come in handy sooner rather than later.
And just as we did, we reached our floor from where we separated and headed into our rooms.
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[3rd Person Pov]
The moment he felt the comfort of his room, his stomach churned and the acid inside boiled.
He could feel the heat erupt on his skin, and a loud thumping in his chest that grew till his ears defended. His vision lost focus as everything turned to blur. And his tongue could taste the rising bile.
A second of rest had blown all the seals and now all of what he had pushed down was ripping into him. His mind which had put everything away to focus on his present was now moving to it all.
Even though he felt all of this, he knew he had to do something. So he forced himself onto his hands and pushed up against the bed, against the comfort and rolled off it.
With a crash, he was on the floor. A scramble later, his arms grabbed at his shirt buttons ripping them open. And with the blazer, he threw both away. Allowing the cold of the wooden floor to seep into this skin, to calm the heat, to level his heart.
The cold gave him the comfort the warmth couldn't. And finally, his mind could start working again.
Thoughts ran into his mind, did he just have a panic attack? He didn't know. Maybe? All he knew was that he was fucked. In a new world, with scraps of information and patience of luck…he didn't know what to do, but it could be worse.
This school prohibited outside contact, a blessing in disguise, if this kid had parents who loved him, then they would know he was not him. Three years, three years was enough for a person to change right? Yes, he would have to sell the parents that.
More than all of that, he didn't trust this world. This school and its systems—anime bullshit. Hopefully not dark and edgy…he didn't want to end up fighting demons after school.
Then his mind went to his body, decently muscular, he would have to work out more though. A lot more. What was it? Failure training.
His mind kept working as more and more thoughts came and went, ideas formed and deformed, plans made and unmade.
Through it all, he felt tired. Tired enough for sleep to take him out without him even noticing. And so he slept on the hardwood floor, tired, half-clothed and cold.
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[A/N: A bit shorter but it was pretty much the end of the first chapter. Next time, we got the day two. Btw I would like some feedback.]