“It’s really no trouble,” Mrs. Fushiguro says softly. Her husband nods. Megumi, away at school, offered up his room at his parents house to you since it was closer to your University. You don’t have to pay for a dorm, and the Fushiguro’s get a new kid to fill a space with. It’s a win-win, right? “We moved all his shit out,” Toji cut in “Got you some new shit from Ikea. Make it feel like a real dorm.”