polar opposites [satosugu]

*~ first day ~*

*SATORU POV*

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I come into my new and empty dorm room, and it's around midnight.

...

No, not empty. There's another bed on the other side of the room, sheets framing the body of another person. That's weird. I could've sworn that I requested a dorm alone. Living with someone who probably knows who I am sounds a bit overwhelming.

I sort of wish he was awake, but it's understandable that he is asleep at this hour. The only reason I came to the college so late at night was to avoid the pestering fans and paparazzi that for some reason, always know exactly where I am. I did have to shoo away a few people who tried following me, but it wasn't that crazy.

The dorm is small. Very small. Much smaller than I'm used to. All it is is a tiny room with two beds on opposite sides with a window between them. Each of the beds are raised with a desk underneath, and on his side there are a few pairs of shoes neatly organized right underneath the bed.

Thank god I at least don't live with a slob.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be living in a dorm at all. I would live in a house or apartment nearby which I would make sure is much more spacious than this room that feels like it's the size of an ant. However, the school requires for students to live on campus, and even if they didn't I am fairly certain I would have to anyways because my parents wanted me to have the "college experience".

I walk over to where my bed is, and I glance at the man beneath the covers. He is super undeniably attractive. I'm not gay, but I'm also not afraid to admit when a dude is hot; and holy shit. He is definitely a sight for sore eyes. Honestly, if I didn't know that the dorms were split into two for each gender, I may have thought he was a woman because his face isn't visible from his long black hair covering it. Even so, I can tell how attractive he is.

Hopefully he's bearable. Last thing I want is a roommate who doesn't stop talking. I am a great speaker; in fact, many times I've been told I talk "way too much". On the other hand, I am a terrible listener. It happens a little too frequently that I'll be talking to someone about something important and they will call me out for being in my own world.

So dear God, please let my roommate not be a completely crazed and talkative fan.