Narratives of a Lone Wolf [Rin Okumura x OC]

2.. Trespassers Not Tolerated [How We Met]

The aroma of chicken stock permeated the room as soon as I peeled the rest of the lid off the Styrofoam cup. I stirred the noodles with my chopsticks. The consistency was perfect. Not hard, but not soggy. Pushing my trigonometry homework aside, I pulled my dinner towards me. The pepper flakes, I noted, looked like obtuse triangles. I vigorously shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts before I started forming equations to calculate the angles. I guess I needed this snack break more than I thought.

Just as I was about to dig into my piping hot cup of ramen, I caught the echo of footsteps ascending the main staircase. Senses now on high alert, I instinctively, turned out the lights. This was an abandoned dorm. No one else was supposed to be here.

I put the cover back on my noodles, silently placing my chopsticks on top. I crept towards the door, easily avoiding any obstacles. With my vision, it wasn't hard for me to see in the dark.

"602, 602, ah here it is!" The footsteps stopped a couple feet away from my door. This was room 603, meaning he was in the room next to mine.

I frowned. Mephisto knew this was my dorm. He knew how I felt about roommates. Especially given my situation. Either these guys were brave intruders, or Mephisto failed to tell me about this spontaneous change in plans.

I put my bet on the later. Most students stayed away after hearing rumors of the dorm's haunting. Not a hard feat to accomplish when they couldn't see the demons—*cough* my familiars *cough*—who were wreaking havoc. Exorcists knew better. But they also knew of my connection with the principal. Most left me be. Curious others got crude enlightenments. However, understanding the logic, they soon left me be as well.

But these guys... These guys were a different story. They were moving in. Or at least from what I heard of their conversation.

Reaching into my pocket, I was about to dial the first person on my contact list and demand some answers.

"What's more, we're the only ones in this dorm!"

I froze. I knew the sound of that voice. Deciding Yukio would be more resourceful than my demon of a guardian, I threw open my door, and busted down theirs.

"No, actually. You're not the only ones in this dorm."

The two froze in surprise. Yukio's glasses slipped down his nose.

A tail lay in plain sight. I regarded the stranger to whom it belonged. His ears were too pointed to be human, but not long enough to be demon. He was a Halfling.

"Yoko? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I live here, what's your excuse?"

"Eh, Yukio? You know this girl?" The boy, who had been unsubtly trying to shove his tail into his pants suddenly screeched. Upon closer inspection, I realized his uncanny resemblance to Yukio.

"She's the principal's daughter," Yukio responded, still eying me, perturbed. By the look on his face, it seemed like he too was unaware of the current living arrangements.

I frowned. Mephisto had a lot of explaining to do.

"Eh? That clown has a daughter? Unbelievable." Yukio's companion scoffed. His posture visibly relaxed, and he stopped trying to hide his tail. That didn't make much sense to me. It was like he didn't know having his tail out was akin to being naked in demon terms. Maybe he was just changed.

"Daughter in name only. We're not blood related."

"Oh, that makes more sense. I was going to say, you guys look nothing alike."