Tatsuya Aika paced and paced and paced. She didn't know how long. Maybe too long, because the feeling in her legs became lost. The night before, she had made sure to memorize every map Ongaku Academy had to offer. The first floor was the lobby and basic classes like math or science--the useless stuff. And then, the second floor was a physical activity floor filled to the brim of ballet dancers or hip hop dancers or tap dancers. The third floor was the most important, lined with doors containing instruments and microphones. And the very top floor were the dorms, but that didn't matter now. What mattered was.. was.. her band.

Tatsuya had arrived in the morning, earlier than expected of a regular student, and organized/decorated her new dorm a bit, making sure to leave room for her roommate. She was pretty sure Mi-kun would be texting or calling her soon, expecting her to have slept late or to have totally forgotten about it. Little did he know, she had been decorating every inch of her side of the room with posters of her favorite anime and manga characters, tidying up her desk with manuscripts for music and songs, and polishing her guitar which she kept so neatly propped up in the corner of the room. And now, here she was, pacing and pacing and pacing. Her head was swimming in nerves of her prospect for a new band. Of course she was confident enough to gather a handful of people to make it happen, but.. still, Tatsuya was only human. She couldn't pull it off alone. The small girl stopped in the middle of the soft-carpeted room, staring ahead with more of a glare than anything. That was where Mi-kun came in. He had worked in a shop for most of his life. He could handle some things. Yes.

And Tsukino. Tsukino, one of her other childhood friends who was more or less supportive of most of the things she did. This would bring no harm to anyone, forming a band. Tatsuya slowly backed away, taking a seat on her comfy, pink sheets. She hugged her plush cat, tapping her foot in thought. Okay. You can do this. She told herself over and over. You can do this with some help. Yeah. Okay. Tatsuya had heard there was a big welcome dinner hosted by the Academy the first day, so she would find Mi-kun there and even Tsukino too. There, she would give them her grand idea. And they would damn approve it.

In fact, I could even go search for them now! She thought, abruptly standing up, but stopped dead in her tracks. Oh, yeah. She wanted to meet her roommate, who she heard was a piano prodigy. I've never met a piano prodigy before.. This could be a big deal. I bet she's really cool. She has a weird name, though. Furrowing her eyebrows, Tatsuya patiently took a seat, waiting then.

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Tsukino had given tours in the morning to cute, little first years, so he hadn't gotten a chance to greet his old time friend at the door as he planned to. It was, after all, fun giving her a hard time. But instead, he checked on a list to see if she had arrived, and oddly, Tatsuya was one of the first ones. This must mean a lot to you. He thought, avoiding the stares of giggling first year girls in the lobby. Grabbing a complimentary apple that was meant for new students, Tsukino shoved his hand in his pocket and stared up at the roommate list. He had had the same room since Year 1, but his old roommate had finally graduated for being quite the accomplished dancer. Tsukino had seen his roommate's face on Tatsuya's cellphone wallpaper, and maybe once or twice in public with her, but that was about it. Michio Ueno. Huh. He frowned, starting to casually stroll up the stairs.

The 4th year student took a bite of his stolen apple, walking up and up three flights of stairs until he found himself caught in the girls' dorm hallway. All boys had to walk through it to get to their own, and some, Tsukino mused, lingered longer than they should have. He was surprised of the lenient rules of Ongaku Academy. Girls were allowed in boys' rooms and boys were allowed in girls' rooms. Then again, most students there were solely focused on their studies to ever even think on flirting. Tsukino took another bite of his apple, arriving at his room and opening the door.

There, his roommate stood, tall and unimposing. Smiling, Tsukino's arms lowered to his side as he tossed his mutilated apple in the trash can, tipping his head at the sight of Tatsuya's best friend. "Ah, you must be Ueno Michio. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Tsukino Yorushi."

Fukatsu blocked out the world around her. Ignoring any sound of other people, animals, anything alive for that matter. She had yet to meet her roommate for this year, but Fukatsu didn't care. She probably wouldn't talk much to her anyways. Fukatsu mainly thought about hat this new year would bring. More time fixing things that broken. Though not as much time as she normally spent over summers. Plus she was sixteen now, she had a car back at home. And she had already tinkered with it, giving it upgrades, it was in Fukatsu's nature.

Fukatsu opened her bag and gripped the one item she held closest to her. A wrench. Her first one. Her father had given it too her as a birthday present when she turned five. And that was when Fukatsu's father dragged her into the world of fixing and upgrading. Now, eleven years later, Fukatsu could fix almost anything. Cars, instruments, sound boards, PA systems, announcers, she had spent years learning exactly how to fix the broken. But people... people were Fukatsu's weak point. She hadn't spent time with her peers. She didn't talk unless necessary.

It did not take Tatsuya long to make herself at home. She kicked off her boots and settled on her bedspread, humming, maybe even purring. Her moms wanted to make sure her room looked exactly like her room back at home so she wouldn't feel homesick. Honestly, home hadn't even crossed her mind for the whole duration of the trip to Ongaku, nor during the time spent staring at the ceiling. The only sound that brought her out of her peaceful trance was a buzzing inside of her pocket. Eyes wide, alert, Tatsuya took her iPhone out and stared broodingly at the name on the screen. Michio. At the message, she rolled her eyes and began to type in characters, but shortly after, she got another text. Her heart stopped. Tsukino. Her two dear friends from childhood were rooming together. In a mass and fit of giggles, Tatsuya began typing away, a funny grin curved in her lips.



And send. Tatsuya relaxed, but once again tensed whenever she heard a quick, harsh knocking at the door. And then, a voice. The girl stood, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion at what her.. assumed roommate had said. She grinned funnily again, walking over to the door and tugging it open, finding a pink-haired girl standing in the hallway. This was the piano prodigy? "What the hell are you talking about? Gosh, come on, this is your room too." As though they were already good friends, Tatsuya took the girl's hand and dragged her inside the strawberry-scented lair.

"Paris Uzumaki, huh?" Tatsuya frowned, tipping her head. "That's a weird first name. It sounds fancy, though. Paris." Tatsuya chuckled, turning towards her and taking a small, quick bow. "I'm Tatsuya Aika and starting today, I'm your roommate! Nice to meet you!"

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Tsukino pushed up his glasses, taking a seat on his already-made, grey bed. His own side of the room was not much. It had a desk with paper and notes scrawled all over it. Probably the most noticeable thing was a shelf absolutely stacked with a disarray of books and journals. Tsukino noticed the younger boy texting someone, and he smiled in a fox-like way at his question, nodding. Michio. Or as Tatsuya called him, "Mi-kun", which Tsukino found to be very Tatsuya-like. Oh, how famous she was for giving people she liked or loved nicknames. In Japan, it might have been considered disrespectful to give them so early, but her cute, girlish looks usually let her get away with a lot of stuff. Tsukino's green eyes peered up at Michio over the rims of his glasses. He had known Tatsuya longer than anyone at the Academy, surely.

"Yes, Tatsuya-chan is a good friend of me. And I know very well that she is more than a good friend of yours, hm?" His tone was nonchalant and light-hearted as usual. He pushed up his glasses again. "Her mother, Akira-san, worked for my family as a maid when Tatsuya-chan was about nine or ten, so we became friends." Observing him, Tsukino sat up a bit, leaning against the bed board. "She called me the day she was accepted in the Academy and mentioned that you were accepted too. It's funny how this whole roommate thing worked out, huh?" Tsukino stood, stretching his arms and yawning.

"But anyway, enough about her. We'll have plenty of time to talk to her during the dinner. In the meantime, what are you in here for? I bet it's something smart. You look smart." He innocently put his hands behind his back.

This girl was.. moe. Her hair was dyed pink and she was polite. She probably would do very good service being a maid at a cafe! Then again, students who dedicated their lives to music or whatever they were at Ongaku for, usually did not have a part-time job unless they wanted to exhaust themselves. She had heard horror stories from students collapsing on the way to class. Tatsuya's hazel eyes scanned the girl once more, and she relaxed into her own bed, watching as Paris unpacked her things. Another thing was, Paris kind of calmed the air down a bit right off the bat. In a way, Paris made her alert and on her toes. Not because of Paris herself, but because of their surroundings. Tatsuya felt.. obliged to help her, protect her. She was just so moe! How could Tatsuya not? Then again.. she dyed her hair pink. She must have some kind of rebellious streak. Or she was dumb, which would give her a hard time getting into the Academy in the first place.

So. Paris Uzumaki dyed her hair pink because she liked pink, and her mother was into French things. "Eh? What am I studying? O-Oh, I'm studying singing and guitar!" There were probably more technical terms for it that her mother liked to brag to the neighbors about, but as far as Tatsuya was concerned, singing and guitar was the reason she was there. "And I know why you're here! Aren't you some piano prodigy or something? I read that you were!"

She grinned, crossing her arms. "Hey, they're having a big dinner to welcome all the newbies this year, and if you don't already know someone here, you should sit with my friends and me! They'd be glad to have you." They better be damn glad to have her. She was a moe maid after all! And she was really pretty! Maybe Michio would finally get a girlfriend. Or Tsukino. But Tsukino would absolutely butcher Paris' confidence, Tatsuya felt. The girl watched her unpack, a twinkle in her eye. Hmm.. Maybe the first potential possibility for her new idea. A piano prodigy.

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The more they spoke of Tatsuya, the more comfortable around his roommate Tsukino felt. He was comfortable anyway given his superior, senior status, but they had something in common and that was a girl that caused them absolute hell. A girl they both loved. Tsukino grinned, leaning back against his headboard and shutting his eyes. Hm. Michio-san might just be qualified to become a new character in his upcoming novel. "Classical violin and piano, huh? And composing and theory?" That was rather common, nothing out of the ordinary in Japan. He could have sworn two roommates ago, that was what his first year roommate was there for. Maybe his first year roommate was less talented than this Michio. Even if he was calm and reserved, he had this air around him that Tsukino couldn't exactly pinpoint, and that was saying a lot considering Tsukino was golden at reading people.

Is that why you like Tatsuya? Because you've felt pain too? Tsukino abruptly stopped himself, his thoughts, his body movements. "Well, that's rather noble. I bet we even have the same taste in music too. I'm the same way." He chuckled, and when asked of his own talents, Tsukino took a deep breath, setting his hands on his lap. "No elusive mystery here. You're correct. I am here for writing and acting. I also draw a bit too, mostly manga for Tatsuya-chan, but I would have rather attended here for acting than drawing, you know?"

Tsukino observed his roommate with an intrigued gleam in his eye, clearing his throat. "Anything I should know about you before we get down to this roommates thing? Any allergies? I eat a lot of junk food and stay up a lot, so if that's a problem, I'll change easily."