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Alisa closed their dorm door, allowing themselves to relax as soon as they entered the safe room. The crowd was close to sweeping them away from the dormitories, so they felt rather exhausted from fighting against the sea of students.
They threw themselves onto their bed and smiled when their dorm mate chuckled at them. "How was your day?"
Shio Haruka was on her own bed, notebook splayed over her lap with pens and pencils surrounding her. A thin laptop was near the end of her bed, a long document of notes from her professor displayed so she could copy the notes on paper. Haruka sat crisscross in pyjamas, so Alisa assumed that the girl didn't have any in-person classes today. "Uneventful. You?"
"Boring. Psych was awful." They sat up, leaning on their arms and watching Haruka copy down notes from her screen. "You're coming to the study group tonight, right?"
"Let me shower before then. And maybe eat something."
"I'll ask Oikawa to get Iwa to bring snacks if you want." Haruka shrugged and Alisa plopped their head back down. "I'll text him soon. Are you going to get ready?"
"Give me a few minutes," Haruka finished the last few lines before closing her laptop and shutting her notebook. She gathered up the writing supplies and stuffed them into her pack that sat next to her bed and she stood with a stretch. "What time are we meeting and where?"
"Library, one of the private rooms, and around six we're meeting. Usually Iwazumi, my friend's friend is early so we can go around quarter to."
Haruka nodded and rifled through her drawer in the single dresser in their dorm before motioning for Alisa to bury their face in their bedsheets while she changed. "Give me a few minutes to freshen up."
"Will do."
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"You're coming." Tōru smirked as he yanked his shirt over his head. He waited for his dorm mate to respond, but when he received none, he frowned. "Did you hear me?"
"I don't want to come." Haruto covered his head with the covers. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to drown out Tōru's incessant pleads. He was sick of his dorm mate and felt annoyed that people would pop in from time to time just to greet the popular guy. Haruto couldn't blame them, he guessed.
