My Roommate Oga Tatsumi

Chapter 5

Furuichi knew he shouldn't have been so bothered by this. Oga never went to class and even said that he didn't want to go to school anyway. Oga never saw the point of "listening to old geezers get excited for stupid things that don't apply to my daily life". Still, Furuichi felt his heart sink in his chest. It's because he didn't like change, Furuichi tried to convince himself. The silvernette didn't want a change of roommate since he'd just gotten used to Oga. Furuichi didn't have any guarantees that the next roommate wouldn't be worse than this good-for-nothing jackass.

The rest of the day, Oga droned on and on about how he was given the letter by a tough looking brat named Natsuki and how Oga desperately wanted to punch his stupid smug look. Natsuki had the nerve to laugh at Oga's face saying that he didn't belong at the university anyway. "He's right, but that's not the point," Oga argued, slamming the open beer can on the table. "The brat had no place talking to me like that. I would've beat his skinny little ass into last year, had it been for that lame professor breaking it up."

Furuichi had been quiet for much of the evening. He didn't want Oga to go. Sure, the brute wasn't book smart, but he should've been given academic probation. A chance to prove himself and get his act together. Not outright expulsion. Something didn't add up here. "Hey Oga, how did you get into this school anyway?"

"Are you calling me stupid too?"

"No, moron, I'm asking seriously!"

"I don't know actually," Oga laid back on the couch with both arms hanging over the edge making him look like a demonic scarecrow. "I applied because the counselors who weren't scared of me forced me too."

There was a faraway look in Oga's eyes, that reminded Furuichi of Honoka. Whenever she was deeply disappointed in herself, she made that same face. Furuichi watched Oga get shit faced until he passed out on the floor. It was funny for the most part, but Furuichi found that Oga's sadistic side became completely unfiltered. Oga paraded his favorite fights and how the other guys ended up, sometimes grabbing Furuichi into various choke holds, arm bars and wrestling maneuvers to demonstrate.

"That was more demanding than sex," Furuichi mumbled as he stretched the kinks out of his back. He looked around the room, littered with crumbs, empty snack packages and beer cans. Sighing through his nose, the silvernette started cleaning up, because he hated mess and knew the brute wouldn't clean up after himself anyway. Picking up trash, Furuichi thought about the first and last time he'd ever been in bed with someone. A girl in high school gave him a chance and he showered her with gifts and genuine words of devotion until she allowed him to go all the way.

When it was all over, his girlfriend started asking him about what their future would look like. She'd ask questions like how many children he wanted and what city they would move in together when they had enough money. Furuichi didn't have the heart to play with her emotions. He had allowed her to spread nasty rumors of being an awful boyfriend and even worse in bed after breaking her heart. It was the first time that Furuichi came into awareness of his true sexual orientation. It was when Furuichi watched her lay on her back moaning in ecstasy that he knew that was where he wanted to be. Furuichi was devastated for a while before shoving all those feelings away and forcing himself to redouble his efforts.

Perhaps it was because she wasn't the one and their relationship deteriorated because he hadn't found the perfect partner. Besides, Furuichi had never found men attractive before, a loud snore startled him from his thoughts, until the brute entered his life. Furuichi shyly allowed himself to marvel at the hard body of the man laying at his feet. Furuichi let his thoughts wander to how he'd want nothing more than to slide his fair hands down the brute's tan body until he stroked- "What are ya starin' at, Creepichi?"

"The troublesome drunk-talking boulder on the floor," Furuichi snapped. He hoped that Oga would think that the fiery red hue of his skin was due to "Asian glow" rather than being caught staring at the handsome brute with impure thoughts. "Whatever, dumbass. Help me up." Furuichi struggled bringing the brute to his feet. Oga was easily one hundred pounds heavier than Furuichi which made the silvernette wonder if the majority of Oga's weight came from his bonehead. "Take me to bed, slave."

"Who do you think you're talking to? I will drop you right here and let you crawl back to your room!"

"Do as I say, or I will punish you for misbehaving."

Furuichi normally would take Oga's threats lightly, but the weird glint in those cruel black eyes was back. "Screw you, moron." Furuichi flopped Oga on his bed, slightly wincing on the soft crack of his head hitting his mattress. Does this man sleep on a rock? Guess he is more of a cave man than I thought.

Turning to leave, Furuichi stepped on a piece of paper. It was an assignment sheet from one of Oga's classes. The answers were obviously wrong, but three things struck Furuichi hard while reading. One, Oga had this sheet of paper. This meant that at some point he actually tried going to class. Two, some of the words were badly misspelled and some characters were backwards, so Oga must be dyslexic. Three, Oga tried.

Biting his lip, Furuichi folded the piece of paper neatly to fit in his pocket. This had nothing to do with the fact that Furuichi didn't want another roommate. Or that Furuichi felt that expulsion was extremely unfair in the first place. This was because Oga actually tried. Furuichi looked at the clock which read 3:47pm. The silvernette quickly made his way to the dean's office.