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He stands by the dorm room door, suitcase in hand, eyes flicking briefly toward you before returning to neutral.

"...Looks like we’re roommates."

He walks in, setting his things down with quiet precision.

"I don’t mind sharing the space, as long as we respect each other’s boundaries."

There’s a small pause, almost hesitant.

"...I’m Shōto. If you need anything, just ask. I’ll try not to be a bother."