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Who: Baku and Ryuta
Where: Sugi Dorm, Room 512
When: Monday, April 17th, Evening
What: Baku's Arrival to Chikotu

Baku stares down at the tablet he was given only moments ago, shifting his weight slightly to accommodate the large pack with his personal possessions, not to mention the other large pack with his kendo equipment. Sugi Dorm, Room 512. The boy can't help but grimace slightly at the number. Of course, it would be on one of the highest floors. With a small amount of trepidation, he makes the climb up the numerous flights of stairs, eyes darting back and forth for a directory of some sort once he arrives at the fifth floor. 501-530 to the left, 531-560 to the right. After a few more moments of uneventful navigation, Baku finally arrives to Room 512. It was only then that he'd noticed that the halls were almost entirely quiet. Was it really past curfew already?

Slowly, so as not to disturb the potentially-occupied room, Baku slowly opened the door and eased it shut behind him. WHAM! The door rang out like a gunshot without any background noise to muffle it. Wincing with anticipation, Baku slowly eased his way into the room and prepared himself for whatever sort of roommate he might have been assigned. I really hope he's not as bad as the Network made it seem. This thought prompts a sheepish grin of anticipation of his roommate's demeanor.

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It was then that the warning bells began to go off in the young man's head. With each passing sentence, with each drop and lift in the tone of Ryuta's voice, a little voice continued to pester Baku.

"... the accommodations are nothing to scoff at..."

Oh no.

" ... only downside I've seen so far is the lack of proper discipline..."

Please, no.

"... I should have expected as much..."

Did I stumble into some kind of rich-kid academy?

"Most of the students are from a prestigious family background."

Yep.

"Overinflated senses of entitlement," Baku begins his reply carefully, "typically comes with the rich kid mentality. I grew up in the city, so I really don't know much about that. But when you think about it, they haven't really known much else, right?" He looks to Ryuta for a nonverbal confirmation and continues on, "so you think a lot of them got in because of political favors, or actual merit?"

"I'm sure a few of them were brought in due to influence. Other's actually do the work, but still receive some 'assistance'. Some of the students are actually from a poorer demographic. They only made it in because their results were positive." Ryuta chuckled slightly, amused by his choice of words. Proving positive on both the test and for having the potential that is.

After adjusting his glasses, he continues. "The lack of discipline is actually one of the reasons I'm running for student council president. These students could very well be the leaders of the country one day. I don't know about you, but such an idea is quite scary in my opinion."

To this, Baku offers an indifferent shrug.

"It takes all kinds, right? I met a few people on my way here, and to be honest I'm not sure what kind of interest they would take in some of them. Myself included." He would add that last sentence after a moment of thought. "Logically, you'd think they selected us based on a common factor, but I can't even begin to understand what that is. I mean, I doubt the world is in dire need of kendōka. Hasn't been since the age of gunpowder." Hey, you remembered something from class. Gold star, Baku.

His attention is stolen by the copious amounts of steam rising from the pot; it must be ready! After switching the hot plate off, he carefully opens up one of the plastic cups containing the noodles and fishes out the assorted seasoning packets and such, setting it on the table before gingerly filling it with a portion of the hot water. He sets the teapot back onto the plate and regards Ryuta once more.

"Student council president, huh? I've, uhh... heard that they don't do a whole lot, but you don't strike me as the kind of guy who does things halfway."

"You've got a talent for deduction, Ogata. But you may be over thinking it a little." Ryuta barely managed to contain a chuckle. Ogata was spot on actually. Though he couldn't very well tell him that, considering the circumstances.

Ryuta grinned, pleased by Baku's comment. "I will take that as a compliment. And while some have used the position rather casually, I hope to actually do something with the authority."

"I take it you are in the kendo club? What a pleasant coincidence." Motioning over a duffle bag beside his bed, he continued his statement. "I am also a member."

Baku's head bobs in a gentle nod at the question before his eyes follow Ryuta's gesture to the bag by the bed.

"Wow, that is a coincidence," he begins off-handedly with another nod, "my father's been teaching me since I was a little boy, so it's been with me almost my entire life. I swear it's the reason they brought me here." No doubt that he was bragging, judging by the proud grin he displays from ear to ear, but he lets the topic go after he's had his quick victory.

"We'll be seeing a lot of each other, then, I suppose." A low whistle follows that statement before he nods again. "I picked music club for my cultural club, but I'm certainly not descended from a long line of violinists or anything." His gaze shifts back to Ryuta for a long while before he suddenly snaps his fingers and nods reassuringly - probably to himself.

"I've got it. Drama club?"

A sudden wave of shock spread across Ryuta's face, jolting him a little from the surprise. He chuckled slightly as he informed his roommate of the situation before them. "Even more of a coincidence. I play violin for the music club as well. It seems your earlier statement rings true. We should be seeing quite a lot of each other from now on." He nods to himself to confirm the situation. "I look forward to the year ahead of us."

An awkward smile crosses Baku's face as a spark of surprise crosses through his mind simultaneously. Is this guy for real?

"Are you for real?"

Whoops, guess that one slipped out. Baku quickly composes himself and offers his new roommate another firm nod, "I mean, yeah... wow, sorry, that's just a little more of a coincidence than I expected."

Alright, so I've got to make nice with this guy. He's a little rigid, but he seems alright, and he's pretty sharp to boot. Better than rooming with some dumb-ass who can't respect personal property. The smile he offers becomes a bit more genuine at this mental resolution. Ryuta's not insufferable, that's for certain, but he'll still take some time getting used to.

"For sure. Let's show them our merit, huh?" Baku says this with a confident grin before turning to his now-fully-cooked instant ramen, taking a few bites to test the consistency before he lays into the cup in earnest.

Hmm. Very interesting. At first, Ryuta thought very little of Baku. Just another student he needed to look after. So far though, he seems to be a fairly peculiar person. Perhaps he should indulge his new roommate and see where this path takes them.

"Indeed. And since you are so earnest, we can start improving our merit tomorrow. First off, we will wake up at 5am for morning exercise. I imagine 20 laps around the school will do nicely. After we shower up, we will then study until classes start. So about 2-3 hours. And for breakfast, we can enjoy a delectable meal as we brush up on the school handbook." Ryuta smiled as he carefully planned out their daily activities. It may prove rather useful to have a partner for these kinds of events.

Baku nods emphatically as he hurriedly feeds the ramen into his mouth from the cup; probably better to finish it all now and get to sleep early if he wants to start that early. As Ryuta recites his list of activities, it initially sounds like he is issuing a challenge. Ha! Just make sure you can keep up! That's what he wanted to say, but the mouth full of ramen prevented him from doing so.

But then the list got longer.

Study for hours?

Does he think I can't do it? And what's with him and that handbook?

Is this guy serious? I think I've looked at one of those once at my old school. How much could there possibly be to look over?

Don't let him phase you. It's a test like everything else. You can do things on your own terms later.

And it's not like you don't need to study. You missed the first two weeks of school, dumbass.

Alright, let's do this.

"Alright, let's do this," he speaks his last thoughts after the last of the ramen has disappeared into his stomach, "should probably turn in soon, in that case; we won't do ourselves any good if we're a couple of zombies shuffling around the school and flipping pages with dead brains." He tosses his cup away into the trash and looks back to his roommate, inclining his head gently, "Thanks for helping me with the water, Ryuta-san." He sets to dragging his things over to the unclaimed bed. I can unpack tomorrow.

"Of course. Good night, Ogata."

A little surprising. Ryuta half-expected Baku to back down from his invitation to join his morning routine. Perhaps I've misjudged him. He does seem to be the dedicated type. However, he wasn't upset about it in the least. Now he has someone to help push himself forward.

There was a half-mumbled reply, followed by the clicking of a phone and the rustling of the bedsheets by his bags. Seems Baku was able to fall asleep already; he sure was quick to it. Then again, moving to Chitoku wasn't all he had done today, and a full stomach does tend to put one to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day, for sure.

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