For as long as Tatsuya could remember, she had always been a crowd-pleaser. She was always intent on going on adventures, making new friends, and finding a puzzle inside of everyone. Don't you ever judge anyone, Tatsuya. The world already has enough coldness, you know? Her mother's words hummed in her head. From a young age, she learned quickly to be warm, and that was always rewarding. Paris had reminded her of that with the smile in her bright cheeks. The gleam in her roommate's eyes set her walking once again to a palace of bliss. She had done good. And the best part was, she genuinely wanted to get to know this funny Uzumaki piano prodigy. Even though she said she wasn't a prodigy, she had to be to get into Ongaku. Tatsuya grinned. A modest prodigy was rare to find!

"Good! You didn't have a choice anyway~" Tatsuya chirped with enthusiasm.

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Hm. So, a new roommate wasn't always a bad thing. He could already imagine Tatsuya crossing her arms and spouting something about shounen ai. Well, unfortunately for her, Tsukino found he was comfortable enough with his new roommate to throw her comments out the window. "Right." Tsukino stood, brushing some dust off of the shoulder of his hoodie. It was the best dinner of the year, excluding the Christmas dinner that everyone usually missed out on. They were all gone to their families, opening expensive presents, dining in the most exclusive locations. Tsukino didn't blame them. He followed Michio out the door, finding his mannerisms quite.. interesting. So, it was true. He really had been financially well off in life. Brunette hair covering his eyes, Tsukino could feel an involuntary smirk coming on, and he shoved his hands in his pockets.

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"Come ooooon, Uzumaki-san! We're gonna be laaaate!" Tatsuya pushed, adjusting the signature bun on her head. That was how, Tsukino had once told her, how he distinguished her in crowds--the bun on her head. Applying pink lip gloss finally, Tatsuya found herself tugging at her roommate's hand and rushing down the hall. She had decided to beat Michio and Tsukino there, and if she didn't beat them, well, it was totally unfair because Michio had a Senior and she didn't. Though, truth be told, she would trade away a Senior for her modest piano prodigy roommate any day. Looking back at her, Tatsuya grinned widely. "We're gonna beat 'em for sure!"

Dragging her poor roommate along, Tatsuya followed all the signs leading to the grand dining room, and stopped when she saw the open doors leading into a warm occasion. Hundreds of tables covered the floor, but there was even enough room for people to walk around. Surely this was the hugest room at Ongaku. Tatsuya's eyes grew large when she stared at the ceiling. Chandeliers. "Holy-- Whoa! Uzumaki-san, isn't that cool?! It's so huge! Everything is! And--" She stared around the room to see people already there, including.. Tsukino and Michio, having sat at a table near the right of the room, having two chairs saved. "Damn it! Those bastards won!" Tatsuya could feel her cheeks growing hot, but the girl shook her head, heaving a sigh. "No matter. We'll win next time, huh, Uzumaki-san?" She stared down at her roommate, who was probably gasping for air by now, but Tatsuya was too oblivious to notice.

When the girls made it to the table, they were greeted with a smile from Tsukino. "Ah, Tatsuya. It's been too long. And this must be your roommate." He grinned, tipping his head at the poor girl next to Tatsuya. "Good evening. Are you alright?" He asked, already assuming the worst. Tatsuya puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms. "Hey! Why're you asking her that? Hmmm..!" She pouted, turning to look at Michio, puching his shoulder playfully. "Well, you might have beaten us to the dinner, but we beat you to Ongaku in the first place!" Tatsuya teased, taking a seat, noticing all the people starting to file in.