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"Who is this," answers a flat voice, presumably Sakusa's. He doesn't sound happy.
"Uh... hello," I begin awkwardly. "I'm your roommate-"
"Sakurai? Takahashi? Amano?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I know it's one of you, you didn't even disguise your obviously female voice. How do you know about my new roommate? Was it Mr. Ohara? Komori?"
I don't respond. What am I supposed to say to that? Sakusa groans from behind the door. "I knew it," he mutters.
"Listen, I've had a really rough day," I plead. "I'm tired and hungry and just want to lie down. Can you please open the room? I'll explain everything inside. I don't even know who Komori is!"
"If you're going to play dumb, just be yourself."
"Wow, sick burn. But I'm here on an academic scholarship dude, I'm not Sakurai or Amano or whoever you think I am-"
"Oi, Sakusa!" Exclaims a different voice. I fight the urge to kick the door. Great, another weird second year to deal with. I glance over my shoulder and am immediately struck by the boy's eyebrows. They're short and positioned near the center of his face, but it somehow... works?
The boy walks to my side and peers down at me, his eyebrows scrunching together. "Who are you?" He asks curiously.
"I'm Sakusa's temporary roommate." Emphasis on temporary.
"Really? I knew he was getting a roommate, but we both thought you'd be a guy."
"Yeah, there's been a mistake." I say immediately. "I'm staying here for tonight, but Sakusa won't open the door."
Speak of the devil. Sakusa's low, somewhat monotone voice floats through the door. "Komori, you don't know that person? It isn't Sakurai, Takahashi, or Amano?"
"Nope. She's way cuter than those three, so I think you should let her in before one of the other guys kidnaps her." Komori sing songs.
"No." His voice is as flat as Hinata's ass. "Why are you even here, Komori?"
"I brought you a rice ball." Komori waves it in the air, which makes no sense to me.
"I don't think Sakusa has x-ray vision, bro."
"I can't let you in, Komori. I don't want to deal with any-" Sakusa says the next word with disgust "girls right now."
This is ridiculous.
"I've got it," I tell Komori, pulling my room key from my sweatshirt pocket. I insert it into the lock and turn it to the right, producing a satisfying click. I push the door open, revealing the room behind it. Sakusa stands in the center of the relatively compact space, windex in one hand and hand sanitizer in the other.
He looks absolutely miserable.
But he's also pretty hot.
Even as he stands in the middle of the room with trembling knees and an antagonizing glare, his beauty is obvious. He's tall, around Tsukishima's height, with dark, wavy hair that falls at the top of his neck and in front of his eyes. I'm instantly drawn to two perfectly positioned moles that give off the look of forehead piercings; whether those exist or don't exist, I'm into it.
I remain in the doorway to be polite. Komori doesn't fall suit, and instead barges into the room with his rice ball. Sakusa looks like he wants to be physically ill, especially when Komori tracks dirt on the clean carpeting.
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And They Were Roommates (A Sakusa Story)
Fanfiction"Everyone's afraid of something, and yours just happens to be more interesting." Sakusa huffs. "Interesting?" "Yeah, like you. And it's not because you're one of the top aces in the nation," I tell him. A flicker of surprise flashes across his dar...
