❝Do you think we are soulmates in every universe?❞
❝Stop pretending we are in this one.❞
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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃,
and imposing dormitory of Blue Lock Academy, a renowned institution centered around athletic prowess, a certain endearingly handsome and kind-hearted young man found himself burdened with the arduous task of transporting his belongings to the upper floor of his abode, number 222. His steps weary, he lamented.
"H-hah!.. I regret packing way too much─ hah!" With laziness, he dragged his luggage up the stairs, his legs protesting with each step.
Reaching the landing, he paused, momentarily forgetting the one essential item he needed to unlock his dorm room. "..Oh fuck this shit!" A curse of exasperation escaped his lips, but it was cut short by a gentle touch upon his head. "Hm?" Turning to the source of the unexpected affection, he found himself gazing into the mesmerizing cyan eyes of a fellow student with choppy cyan hair, cascading down to frame his face.
A faint smile graced the stranger's lips as their gaze locked with M/n's, their familiarity exuding a sense of familiarity and warmth.
"Forgot your keys, hm?" the enigmatic figure observed, a comforting tone in their voice. "Don't worry. I have mine here, you can get your keys back later after you take a break."
"Eek! You're such a live saver, Hiori!" M/n gushed, his hands still clasped together as he stepped inside his welcomed sanctuary. The dormitory, although not ostentatious, radiated an aura of comfort and warmth, quite the contrary to the dreary rooms he had previously experienced.
A small grin graced his lips as he thought of the reprieve from his infamous neighbor, Shidou, whose presence would have undoubtedly permeated the space with the acrid scent of fucking sweat whenever M/n visited Shidou's house to ask for something.
Hiori gestured towards an empty room situated between his own and M/n's. "There's an empty room in the middle in between my room and the other when you turn left, that's your room." he explained with a soft, gentle tone, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement.
As M/n acknowledged the information, Hiori sauntered over to the refrigerator, retrieving a drink he had purchased from a nearby convenience store. The liquid glistened as he took a sip, the cool refreshment invigorating him.
