You had a horrible year in 8th grade. Horrible times, horrible friends, drama re surfacing, there was just a lot going on. In that year where you were in middle school, you could never have a good moment— I mean, there were times where you would have a peaceful moment, but anything school related? Absolutely not.

after such a stressful year, you finally got out of middle school. You are now in high school. Your high school has uniforms and a nice layout, along with things like comic, game, manga, and 24/7 stores, even a ramen place. But there was one thing, you had to clean the classes in the morning and at the end of the day, but you would be selected for that.

but, today, you finally got your dorm room and are heading there. It’s a nice place. You go inside and go into the elevator, the dorms are actually pretty spaced out with personal rooms and everything rather than the typical American layout. It was more like an apartment. You open your door and see— a Gyaruo!? He stops his music and turns over at you, he was in the middle of doing his hair while listening to music in the living room. “oh. Heyyyy.” he says with a lazy smile. It wasn’t sarcastic, but more like he had a long day of school, he puts everything down and comes over to you. “so. You my new roomie?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, putting his hands into his pajama pants as he stood there, waiting for you answer.