{Sanegiyu}

Chapter 2

Tomioka Pov—

I unpacked all my things yesterday, I didn't have much things to unpack anyways.

It seems my roommate, who's name I do not know, also unpacked.

He had black sheets and a thin light blue blanket. A small picture of someone with a black mohawk-mullet haircut and a large scar across their face. Aside from their eyes they really didn't look alike.

My, currently unnamed roommate, wasn't in the room. Which I was grateful for. It felt so horribly awkward being in a tight room with some random stranger I don't even know the name of. I don't know why I let Tsutako convince me to do this.

I sighed, pulling my phone out of my pocket  and laying down.
Might as well get comfortable.

I scrolled on my phone for around half an hour, feeling slightly guilty for doing nothing.
Classes start soon, so, I suppose I should look around the campus. That would be embarrassing if I got lost, especially on the first day.

I sighed and got up, glancing at a letter on my desk,

                      "Tomioka Giyuu,
                               I'll see you soon! ♡"

Never mind . . . I don't want to leave anymore.

— • —

I heard sounds of shuffling boxes and footsteps as I slowly woke from a nap I didn't even know I took.

My roommate was back,

"Hey. . ." He said, glancing at me before sorting through his things again, "I was gonna look around the place, you wanna come?" He asked, not looking up from what he was doing.

Oh, crap, conversation.

I bit my cheek, before hesitantly answering,
"Uhm, sure. . ." I sat up, glancing at his side of the room, not much changed, at all.

He looks popular. He's definitely got looks, I'll admit. He seems nice enough. . . Hopefully I don't mess this up. . .

"When do you want to go? To, you know, look around. . ." I mumble, Why do I always have to be so awkward?

Does he think I'm weird?

"Anytime, really, I don't care all that much," He pushed back his hair, "Right now good?" He asked,

I nodded back in response, getting up and grabbing a thin jacket. He did the same.

— • —

The campus is big. And confusing, and being around my roommate, Shinazugawa (finally learned his name), only made it worse for me.
Thoughts like,
"Does he think I'm weird?"
"Was I too awkward?"
"He definitely thinks I'm weird,"
Always flooded my mind.

It's nothing new, I always think like that when I'm around others. But, I felt more. . . worried about what he thought of me than I usually would. Maybe it was just his confidence, and looks I suppose. . .

— • —

Shinazugawa Pov—

This guy is really fucking awkward.

I'm seriously rethinking my decision to attempt to be friends with him; which really wasn't even my decision.
Genya basically forced me to invite my roommate, who's named Tomioka apparently, to tour the campus with me.

He never even attempted to start a conversation, what, did he think he was to good to be around me?

Fucking bastard,

I should just kill him so I wouldn't have to be around him.

— • —

"Maybe he's shy," Genya said, his voice cutting out. The internet at this place fucking sucked.
I groaned, getting a warning that my phone would die soon; of course my charger would disappear now.

"No. He's cocky, that's what. He didn't even look in my direction," I said, frustrated and annoyed. "whatever, it doesn't matter. I can ignore a bastard for awhile."

Genya had that disappointed look in his eyes again. Made me feel slightly guilty for not doing the one thing he wanted me to: make friends. Actually live.

"Just try, please. I really think it would be—" And of course, my phone dies. I really need a new fucking charger. And a new phone. And a new roommate, not some cocky thinks-he's-to-good-for-anyone.

I don't know where my roommate went, he hasn't been here all day. Not that I care, I'm glad he's gone.

I sighed, annoyed at the situation.

Seriously, why the fuck am I even here?

I got up from my bed, running my hands through my hair in an attempt to tame it.

I should get a new charger. And other things, I need new deodorant, and a new brush. I broke my last one when I got slightly to angry.

Taking a glance in the mirror I realized how messy and unkempt my hair was.
Jeez, when was the last time I brushed it? Probably awhile ago.
I broke that brush a month ago.

I looked around the room for something to brush or calm my hair.

Only thing available was my roommates brush, which was stuffed in his desk drawer.

I mean. . . me using it quickly wouldn't affect him.

After waiting several seconds to make sure he wouldn't come in, I grabbed the brush and quickly fixed my hair.

As I was about to leave the room, I noticed something on the floor. Guess I dropped it when I used the brush.

Picking the item up, I realized it was some sort of letter. Looked like the same one Tomioka would always stare at. He always had some empty, or guilty look whenever he so much as glanced at it.
          
                    "Tomioka Giyuu,
         I'll see you soon! ♡"

Must be some weird stupidly sentimental thing.