Author's Note: First off, I'd like to apologize for not updating sooner. I said like two weeks ago I'd update on Saturday and then that update never came. I apologize for that I just haven't been feeling well lately. Second, I'd just like to thank all of you who are reading this. I'll hopefully be able to follow a schedule of updating every Saturday.
My three roommates were some of my classmates back from when we were Juniors in highschool. We had decided to get a dorm together after hearing that we were all going to the same college because none of us really wanted to be roomed with some stranger. Their names are Sumire Hara, Kirara Hazama, and Rio Nakamura. To be honest, we're quite an odd group. Although everyone in class 3-E had been quite close we all still had small groups of friends in the class, and none of us we're really apart of the same small group.
Hara had already started making breakfast. She was the one who cooked most of our meals because of her exquisite food. I could smell the eggs from the pan along with the coffee brewing, and I could hear the sound of the toast popping out of the toaster. She seemed to be taking a break from cooking because she wasn't near the stove but near Nakamura, and those two alone had been the cause of the squealing. Hazama was sitting at the table, reading some book of hers and taking a sip of some already made coffee from her mug. She glanced up when she heard me approaching, and there was a crooked smile plastered on her face. I sat down in the chair across from her and looked at the other two, trying to catch words in their phrases so I could figure out what they were talking about. When I had no luck I returned my gaze to Hazama, whose eyes hadn't left me.
"How's Karma?" She asked smugly as her crooked smile turned into something that resembled more of a smirk. The other two girls went quiet and turned to look at me.
"You've finally spoken to him?!" Hara cried out, staring at me wide eyed as she awaited my response.
"No, no. Don't be silly!" Hazama reached out to swat her arm, laughing as Hara stepped backwards so she wouldn't get hit. "Okuda's too shy to actually try to talk to him. She had another dream that she was narrating about the past events, about him. It's entertaining to listen to."
"You're so creepy." I muttered in complaint.
"Not like you didn't know that when we became roommates; not like I try to hide it." She replied.
"Okuda, I told you I could give you his number. Or that I could call him for you, or set something up for the two of you. You just gotta let me know when so I can start planning these sort of things." Nakamura told me.
"Why do you even have his number?" Hazama asked her.
"Oh, please. Karma and I were practically best friends, back in highschool. We were always teaming up on teasing Nagisa. It was like we were in a club of making fun of him. Anyways I still have it from back then. You want it Okuda? Because you honestly need to do something before you lose him forever- which reminds me," She gave a look to Hara. "Ritsu notified us late last night and Karasuma and Professor Bitch are planning an old high school get together for all of us. They had Ritsu notify everyone in class 3-E. It's at the end of next week on Saturday after these exams are finished. That can be a perfect time for Okuda to talk to Karma!" She clapped her hands in excitement as if to say that's exactly what will happen no buts or ifs about it.
Before I could respond Hara said, "Oh the food," and hurried back into the kitchen. She brought me a cup of coffee and a plate of eggs along with the other two before sitting down to eat herself. When I finished eating, I took a shower and got dressed. Afterwards I left my dorm, grabbing my backpack and walking to the college to start my day of classes.
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