Jinny was quite enjoying her lunch. At her old school, she had taken her lunches alone. It only bothered her sometimes. But this was brand new. Would they become true friends as the year progressed? She hoped so. Bee seemed super chill for an older girl. Gizmo was… honestly a little bit of an asshole? But the way his mind worked, it was hard not to like him either. By the time her phone buzzed, they were deep in conversation about movies and how they were super inaccurate. She took a moment to read. A roommate, huh? Maybe it’d be an opportunity for another new friend. Hopefully, they didn’t just suck.
Another student. But I promise to come visit, Otou-san.
She sent it quickly, paused, reread it, and had a flash of panic. She hadn’t meant to type that last bit. It had just come out of her fingers without routing to her brain.
She’d been thinking of him as a father for some time. Ever since they had gotten honest with each other about who they really were. Calling him “Dad” didn’t feel exactly right, because she needed a separation between him and her actual birth father. Otou-san fit, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t embarrassed about it. She wasn’t really his kid, after all. Maybe he’d overlook it, or ignore it? Hopefully he wouldn’t be mad. After staring at her blank phone screen for answers, she returned to the conversation. Something about Die Hard being bullshit, but at least exciting bullshit.
“So what’re the dorms like? Do you guys have roommates?”
Another student. But I promise to come visit, Otou-san.
She sent it quickly, paused, reread it, and had a flash of panic. She hadn’t meant to type that last bit. It had just come out of her fingers without routing to her brain.
She’d been thinking of him as a father for some time. Ever since they had gotten honest with each other about who they really were. Calling him “Dad” didn’t feel exactly right, because she needed a separation between him and her actual birth father. Otou-san fit, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t embarrassed about it. She wasn’t really his kid, after all. Maybe he’d overlook it, or ignore it? Hopefully he wouldn’t be mad. After staring at her blank phone screen for answers, she returned to the conversation. Something about Die Hard being bullshit, but at least exciting bullshit.
“So what’re the dorms like? Do you guys have roommates?”