The one drawing would suffice for Cho's hung-up art today. However much she liked them, she'd learned over the years that most people needed a bit to adjust to each painting or illustration Cho created, and too much at once could have nightmare-inducing effects. At least, that was how it was with last year's roommate. Cho still smiled every time she thought about that. This Nadeshiko girl seemed okay, though she stuttered a lot. Not that Cho was complaining! Certainly not! Zipping up the bag of gruesome artworks, Cho set it and her other bags - a white suitcase and a white duffel - on her bed, and turned to smile at her roommate. "Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri. Nice to meet ya; I'm Cho Housen." Holding out a hand and a smile, she added "Don't forget it."
So far, the start of a school year looked like the start of any other.