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13 September 2006 @ 07:40 pm
Sunday + 10:45am + Dorm 4  
He leaned his guitar carefully against his desk, and then promptly collapsed onto his just-made bed.

"Saa~" Ueda Tatsuya let out a relieved sigh. He'd arrived at his new university at precisely 7am just that morning, checked in at the enrollment and registration offices, explored the campus, and unpacked his things at his dormitory. Shirokin's dorm rooms were spacious, positively huge--- Ueda smiled and glanced around at his bedroom. The dormitory rooms resembled hotel suites more than anything--- they even had their own living rooms and something like a kitchen, which was great, because Ueda didn't plan on living on cafeteria food for the time he would be living here. He rolled over on his stomach, his jet-black hair (it used to be tipped blonde, but he got tired of that) falling over his dark eyes, brushing against pale cheeks.

He'd gotten some weird looks from some of the other guys living in the dorm building, which was uncomfortable but understandable. Tatsuya looked more like a girl than a guy, and he knew that. He didn't like going out (he accepted his homebody tendencies), which meant that he wasn't very tan--- he was prettily pale, as his sister always told him. His dark hair was growing long, his bangs brushing wide dark eyes. And the outfit--- a plain black wool sweater with too-long sleeves that only revealed his fingertips, a pair of ripped black jeans and black Converse shoes--- added to the femininity, since the sweater looked a bit much on his slight frame. Tatsuya supposed he should be embarrassed... but really, he'd gone through that sort of misunderstanding practically his whole life, so it didn't really faze him anymore.

Tatsuya wondered briefly where his roommate was. When he'd gotten the acceptance letter from Shirokin, they included some information about the room arrangements; Tatsuya would be in Dorm 4 with one Murakami Shingo, a first-year Film major. Tatsuya hoped that Murakami Shingo wasn't the partying type. He didn't want to lock himself in his bedroom while his roommate invited people over, got drunk, and left Tatsuya to clean up the mess the morning after.

There really isn't anything I can do about him until he gets here, the effeminate-looking boy told himself, moving off his bed and padding barefoot on the hardwood floor of his bedroom--- he'd taken his shoes off at the front door. He'd check out the living room and kitchen, enjoy the peace of being the only one in the suite, and maybe his roommate would be moving in sometime soon.

Tatsuya opened the door to his bedroom, just as he heard a key being shoved in lock of the front door. Could that be Murakami Shingo?