Building rapport

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Shirabu Kenjirou,22,was a 5th year medical student.He had chosen to live in the apartments, as they were closer to the hospital and his Med school,plus the rent was affordable.
He had always been an awkward boy, only ever close to Taichi,whom he'd known since middle school and his junior, Goshiki. He was a well-read , straight-A student and for the most part ,successfully drove people away from himself. He had been victim to frequent bullying at school, but his teachers would help him out,as he was almost always top of his class.Plus, his few friends and Taichi stood by him-always.Later, as Shirabu transferred to the advanced classes, the bullying subsided. Advanced class had quieter kids, who kept to themselves...almost a haven for Shirabu.
However, there were a few not-so-quiet kids as well.


"No,go away.. Don't touch him. He is moving ,see." Shirabu felt agitated in his sleep. He could hear the voices around.He wanted to reach out,but couldn't."hold my hand, c'mon."he yelled. He tried very hard to extend his arm, but he felt helpless and paralyzed.
He tried hard to open his eyes, it felt painful."don't your dare hurt him."he yelled again. Shirabu wanted so badly to move, but he couldn't. Something kept him anchored to the misery. The other boy let go of his hand,he felt pained,as if a dagger was sent through his heart, a newfound agony. He tried his utmost,&finally managed to open his eyes.He panted and sat up slowly, reality finally sinking in.


At a distance,he could hear a faint bass beat playing. Shirabu would usually prefer the quietude while trying to fall asleep, but just then, the bass sound made him feel awake and safer.It was probably Semi next door.The older guy would usually blast music, even at odd hours. Shirabu, being right next door and his bedroom being closer to the adjacent apartment, would often catch Semi's music.It was never loud to the point of annoyance.

It had been quite a few months since his last sleep paralysis attack. Shirabu shivered,all alone in his doleful bedroom. He found his phone .It was 2:30am. He felt stifled.He slowly got up.Nightmares and sleep paralysis attacks always wore him down.He went to the kitchen and drank water,feeling sweat trickle down his back.

Taking his phone and a few deep breaths, Shirabu caught his headphones.He put them on and headed outside trying to take a calming walk,as the night air seemed cool and pleasant.

Shirabu felt much better after his walk. He quietly made his way back to his apartment.A soothing draft passed through the corridor,owing to the open windows on either side. Shirabu decided to remain out there a little longer. He nimbly sat outside his door,hung his headphones on his nape , feeling fresh in the waft of air,trying to drown away all the negativity.He closed his eyes and leaned against his door.


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Semi couldn't sleep much.He felt exhilarated about his band's latest song ,especially because he contributed to it's catchy parts.He was to record a demo the next day.

Semi hummed to a low bass beat he was playing, as he finished unloading the trash into the bags. Usually he would do it in the morning,but he had to leave clean and early the next day.He carried the trash bags and headed out,to discard them at the apartment's common dumpster,downstairs.

Semi did not anticipate a quiet, peaceful looking Shirabu,outside the latter's door, sitting soundly and breathing.He stood and watched for a second. Shirabu didn't move.His bangs fell aside to reveal an almost-ethereal looking pale face.Semi noticed for the first time how Shirabu looked,sans bangs and specs. He once again felt awed;he almost always felt so in Shirabu's presence. Shirabu's teal bunny pajamas and baggy white Bakugou shirt caught Semi's attention. It was like Shirabu's conflicting personalities blending-the vexed ,always furious part of him, much like Bakugou and his softer,simpler part-like the bunny.Semi knew that at that moment,he caught the younger male with his guard down,in his personal space. But what's he doing, sitting outside his door at 3;00am?

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