RP Log: Shinji, Atsushi
Date: 31 October, before the hubbub.
Rating: G
Summary: Shinji moves into the 'hana dorms and meets his roommate.
Atsushi stared at the opposite side of his dorm room and tried to imagine what it would be like to live with someone in his space everyday. It was still a startling new concept, even though he had been staying over at Ryou's more frequently over the last month. This was different, somehow, even without the brother factor, and without the odd sensation of watching someone who looked exactly like him move around. Watching Ryou move around in familiar surrounds was like watching a long-haired version of himself in the mirror. He knew there were differences in pace, in posture, and in general movement, but it wasn't the same...
Now he would have to watch someone completely different, completely unknown, move around in a space that wasn't only his, and that was something called 'theirs'. The opportunity was unsettling and upsetting, but also very curious. Atsushi was eager for the chance to see how someone spent their time alone, when they weren't afflicted with an empty chunk in their mind. He wondered how much difference it made, if any at all.
A tiny part of the smoky teen really, really hoped that they would get along. He didn't know what he would do if his roommate didn't like him - or, alternatively - if Atsushi didn't like him. (But the latter had yet to happen, as far as Atsushi knew, so that wasn't too much to worry about.)
He looked around the room one last time and wondered if he should have a gift or something for his new roommate. Atsushi's mother once talked to him about the importance of gifts, but he couldn't ever remember talking about gifts for receiving a new person into the house.
Shinji readjusted the duffel bag for the fourth time as he stepped out of the elevator onto the second floor of the dorms. Now that he was officially attending Ryuhana, one of the first questions he'd asked was about rooming on campus. He didn't want to keep leeching off of Yuuta and Fuji, as hospitable as they had been. Shinji felt that he'd been overstaying his welcome and that the two brothers would be very happy to have their apartment to themselves again. So now he was to find his new home and roommate while he stayed at Ryuhana.
He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. He was looking for room 314, so he walked down one of the halls and looked at the doors. No, this wasn't the right place, the girls in the hallway gave him strange looks as he noticed the doors were numbered in the 400s. So he turned around, trying not to make eye contact or blush, and walked down the opposite hallway.
He wasn't exactly looking forward to sharing a room with someone - the paper told Shinji it would be someone named "Kisazaru Atsushi" - since he'd never had to share a room before. His sisters had roomed together at home, but he'd always had his own room. This seemed like another thing that had been taken from him.
With a sigh Shinji realized that he'd gone too far down the hallway and turned around to find the right door. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should just try and open the door or if he should knock. Deciding it would be best to start off polite, he decided on the latter and knocked on the door twice, hoping his roommate would be inside.
Atsushi reached immediately for the door handle, but paused, allowing for what surely was a normal waiting period before someone would answer. It was silly to be nervous, he knew, and tried to calm the curls of smoke that floated around him. They were moving in a more animated fashion than he was used to. Atsushi bit his lip a little as he concentrated and, after a moment, opened the door.
"Hello," he said, bowing a little before offering a handshake. "Um, I'm Kisarazu Atsushi. I assume you're moving in?" It was a fair assumption, considering the bag over the other's shoulder, but Atsushi's mother had always warned against assuming things. Left too much room to chance and misinterpretation, she always said.
Shinji returned the bow and was about to take Atsushi's hand when he saw the smoke around the other boy and froze for a moment. He scolded himself mentally for being surprised and shook Atsushi's hand. "I'm Ibu Shinji. And yes, I'm your new roommate, I think." The name matched what was on the paper, so at least he found the right door.
He looked around the room and decided it was bigger than his room at home was, though not by too much. Sharing the space was still going to be somewhat of an issue for a while. Shinji stood near the middle of the room, looking around some more and glancing at the other boy out of the corner of his eye. Looks like... He's smoking... Or something. "So, where should I put my stuff?"
Atsushi closed the door gently and then turned towards Shinji. He indicated the bed to their left and said, "They pulled this one in here this morning. I'm sorry, but this is actually a single room, so we're going to have to share the desk and closet..." He folded his hands behind his back and leaned against the door behind him. His smoke wafted out from him for a second, surprising Atsushi. "Um, I moved my things over in the closet, and made space on bookshelf... And the top two drawers of the dresser are empty, too." He paused before adding, "Do you need help with anything?"
Not only was he supposed to share a room, but this room wasn't even meant to be shared in the first place.Great. Shinji set his bag down on the bed and opened it, starting to dig through it. "I don't think I need anything," he said as he pulled out some clothes. After separating them into shirts and pants, he walked over to the dresser. About the same size as the one at home, though it did have more drawers. He opened the top drawer and started putting some shirts in. Without turning around he started talking again. "You don't blow things up, do you? Or burn things?"
"Um," Atsushi went over to his bed and sat in the middle of it. "I'm..smoky. I can levitate, and sometimes grab or catch things." He thought about telling him that he could pull the smoke in and hide, but it didn't seem important to the question. He pulled his legs up to sit lotus-style, and watched Shinji unpack. "Do you blow things up? Or burn them?" Atsushi forgot that powers could potentially be an issue...but administration would surely know better than to put two mutants with conflicting powers together, right? ...of course they would. Administration was supposed to be good at that sort of thing.
"I boost powers. To the point where they can't be controlled." At least smoke wasn't terribly destructive, but Shinji wondered what would happen after his power had enough time to work on Atsushi. There wasn't a lot of space in the room anyway, and he didn't want to spend his time sitting in one corner while Atsushi stayed in the other. "Is it real smoke? Are you on fire?" Shinji didn't relish the idea of waking up to an inferno of a bedroom.
He laughed and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "No, no.. There's no fire under all of this smoke. Just me." Atsushi smiled and leaned forward on his bent knees. "I'm really not all that dangerous, despite the way I look...I promise." He wasn't even sure if he was even slightly dangerous, but the Niou-shaped part of his brain laughed and shook his head.
Shinji breathed a sigh of relief. He was still curious as to what would happen when he spent time around Atsushi, but the knowledge that he wasn't going to hurt anyone was comforting. He smiled a little at Atsushi. "That's good to hear." He tucked some more shirts into the drawer and close it, then carried some pants over to the closet. He really wasn't sure what else to say, though the way Atsushi was watching him certainly made him feel like he should say something.
"So... Have you been going to Ryuhana for a long time?"
"Since February," Atsushi said proudly. He'd made notice of his first six months in September. "I was looking for my brother, and this seemed like a good place to start." He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling for a bit. "What brings you here, if I can ask?"
Shinji finished hanging up his pants and sat on his bed, looking around the room. "Well, I found out I was a mutant about a month ago, but I didn't know what to do, so I asked Ryoma-san for help, and he was helping me focus it so I could try and turn it down, but it hasn't been going too well. Then I met Yuuta and he told me that his parents were like mine, they were very anti-mutant, and he told me if I needed a place to stay I could stay with him and his brother. Then his brother asked for help since one of the teachers here got cured and he though I could help fight off the effects, so I lived with Hirakoba-san for a few days, then the cure wore off of him. But Fuji told my parents that I was at an academic camp for two weeks and it hadn't been two weeks yet so I lived with them for a week, which was very generous of them. Then when I went home my parents grounded me for life until finally I told them that I was a mutant, so they kicked me out and now I'm here." Shinji finished with a gesture to the room and picked at his bed covers.
The story sounded familiar. Atsushi sat up, realizing, "I know you! We spoke online a few times, about meditation I think?" He couldn't remember exactly - it was a month or so ago, and he'd been busy planning out the festival with Ryou. "That's really...bad, about your parents... But, they'll come around when they calm down, though, right?" He smiled. "What do you mean by 'cured'?"
"Meditation... I think so." Shinji gave Atsushi a half smile, which faded as he spoke the next sentence. "And I don't think my parents are ever going to come around. They've been anti-mutant for as along as I can remember, my dad told me he'd wished I'd never been born when I told him." Shinji sat quietly for a minute, then resumed his unpacking. And the Cure was invented to turn mutants back to mutants. My dad was always talking about it. It turns off your mutation, I think."
"That's....wierd." Atsushi decided, with a frown. "My mother says that people who are lost find their way home...so don't worry, okay? Sometimes parents forget, I think, if their kids aren't around all the time. ...though, the Cure sounds..." He thought about it. "I don't know...I guess it could be useful, if someone has a dangerous or painful mutation, but..." Atsushi gave a small laugh, "But what I would I know... I hope you like it here at the school, Ibu-san"
Shinji gave Atsushi another half smile. "Maybe your mother's right. And I don't think the Cure is permanent, so it's not a final solution." He stood up and dug out the shirt his sisters had gotten him for his birthday last year. It was a solid blue, button down shirt. It was one of his favorite shirts, and he hung it up carefully. He then turned to the other boy. "I hope so, Kisazaru-san. And you can call me Shinji."
"Then you can call me Atsushi." He grinned. Again, he tightened his hold on the smoke around him. It wasn't behaving like usual, and it was causing Atsushi to actively divert his attention to it. Usually it didn't really do anything unless he asked it to, and it's sudden initiative was a bit startling.
He waved his hand toward himself, but the smoke seemed to ignore this little bit of encouragement. Plumes of smoke slipped out and scattered, drifting across the floor and around the furniture legs. It brushed near Shinji and Atsushi stammered an apology. "I'm sorry, I think it's growing or something.."
Shinji continued moving back until he was against the wall, a bit more at ease about the smoke that, while not engulfing him, was covering the floor and continuing to expand. So it wasn't real smoke, just... A big black cloud. That kept getting bigger.
"If it can't hurt me, there's nothing to be sorry about." Aside from an elevated heart rate, Shinji didn't feel any worse off. It was a lot like what happened with Sakuno in the kitchen. Unsettling, but not dangerous. And he was slowly becoming more accustomed to odd mutations that fluxed around him. "It's just something that happens."
"Okay...um..." Atsushi grabbed his bag from the floor beside his bed. Maybe some time alone would be best for his new roommate. "I was going to go see my brother, so... I guess I'll see you later." He threw Ryou's homework in the bag, and grabbed his cell phone and wallet from the dresser.
"Happy Halloween, Shinji," Atsushi said, and quickly left. Their first meeting hadn't gone as smoothly as Atsushi would have liked, but perhaps it was better to get everything out in the open. He tried to keep this thought in mind and turned his attention to getting to his brother's home without getting lost this time.
Rating: G
Summary: Shinji moves into the 'hana dorms and meets his roommate.
Atsushi stared at the opposite side of his dorm room and tried to imagine what it would be like to live with someone in his space everyday. It was still a startling new concept, even though he had been staying over at Ryou's more frequently over the last month. This was different, somehow, even without the brother factor, and without the odd sensation of watching someone who looked exactly like him move around. Watching Ryou move around in familiar surrounds was like watching a long-haired version of himself in the mirror. He knew there were differences in pace, in posture, and in general movement, but it wasn't the same...
Now he would have to watch someone completely different, completely unknown, move around in a space that wasn't only his, and that was something called 'theirs'. The opportunity was unsettling and upsetting, but also very curious. Atsushi was eager for the chance to see how someone spent their time alone, when they weren't afflicted with an empty chunk in their mind. He wondered how much difference it made, if any at all.
A tiny part of the smoky teen really, really hoped that they would get along. He didn't know what he would do if his roommate didn't like him - or, alternatively - if Atsushi didn't like him. (But the latter had yet to happen, as far as Atsushi knew, so that wasn't too much to worry about.)
He looked around the room one last time and wondered if he should have a gift or something for his new roommate. Atsushi's mother once talked to him about the importance of gifts, but he couldn't ever remember talking about gifts for receiving a new person into the house.
Shinji readjusted the duffel bag for the fourth time as he stepped out of the elevator onto the second floor of the dorms. Now that he was officially attending Ryuhana, one of the first questions he'd asked was about rooming on campus. He didn't want to keep leeching off of Yuuta and Fuji, as hospitable as they had been. Shinji felt that he'd been overstaying his welcome and that the two brothers would be very happy to have their apartment to themselves again. So now he was to find his new home and roommate while he stayed at Ryuhana.
He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. He was looking for room 314, so he walked down one of the halls and looked at the doors. No, this wasn't the right place, the girls in the hallway gave him strange looks as he noticed the doors were numbered in the 400s. So he turned around, trying not to make eye contact or blush, and walked down the opposite hallway.
He wasn't exactly looking forward to sharing a room with someone - the paper told Shinji it would be someone named "Kisazaru Atsushi" - since he'd never had to share a room before. His sisters had roomed together at home, but he'd always had his own room. This seemed like another thing that had been taken from him.
With a sigh Shinji realized that he'd gone too far down the hallway and turned around to find the right door. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should just try and open the door or if he should knock. Deciding it would be best to start off polite, he decided on the latter and knocked on the door twice, hoping his roommate would be inside.
Atsushi reached immediately for the door handle, but paused, allowing for what surely was a normal waiting period before someone would answer. It was silly to be nervous, he knew, and tried to calm the curls of smoke that floated around him. They were moving in a more animated fashion than he was used to. Atsushi bit his lip a little as he concentrated and, after a moment, opened the door.
"Hello," he said, bowing a little before offering a handshake. "Um, I'm Kisarazu Atsushi. I assume you're moving in?" It was a fair assumption, considering the bag over the other's shoulder, but Atsushi's mother had always warned against assuming things. Left too much room to chance and misinterpretation, she always said.
Shinji returned the bow and was about to take Atsushi's hand when he saw the smoke around the other boy and froze for a moment. He scolded himself mentally for being surprised and shook Atsushi's hand. "I'm Ibu Shinji. And yes, I'm your new roommate, I think." The name matched what was on the paper, so at least he found the right door.
He looked around the room and decided it was bigger than his room at home was, though not by too much. Sharing the space was still going to be somewhat of an issue for a while. Shinji stood near the middle of the room, looking around some more and glancing at the other boy out of the corner of his eye. Looks like... He's smoking... Or something. "So, where should I put my stuff?"
Atsushi closed the door gently and then turned towards Shinji. He indicated the bed to their left and said, "They pulled this one in here this morning. I'm sorry, but this is actually a single room, so we're going to have to share the desk and closet..." He folded his hands behind his back and leaned against the door behind him. His smoke wafted out from him for a second, surprising Atsushi. "Um, I moved my things over in the closet, and made space on bookshelf... And the top two drawers of the dresser are empty, too." He paused before adding, "Do you need help with anything?"
Not only was he supposed to share a room, but this room wasn't even meant to be shared in the first place.Great. Shinji set his bag down on the bed and opened it, starting to dig through it. "I don't think I need anything," he said as he pulled out some clothes. After separating them into shirts and pants, he walked over to the dresser. About the same size as the one at home, though it did have more drawers. He opened the top drawer and started putting some shirts in. Without turning around he started talking again. "You don't blow things up, do you? Or burn things?"
"Um," Atsushi went over to his bed and sat in the middle of it. "I'm..smoky. I can levitate, and sometimes grab or catch things." He thought about telling him that he could pull the smoke in and hide, but it didn't seem important to the question. He pulled his legs up to sit lotus-style, and watched Shinji unpack. "Do you blow things up? Or burn them?" Atsushi forgot that powers could potentially be an issue...but administration would surely know better than to put two mutants with conflicting powers together, right? ...of course they would. Administration was supposed to be good at that sort of thing.
"I boost powers. To the point where they can't be controlled." At least smoke wasn't terribly destructive, but Shinji wondered what would happen after his power had enough time to work on Atsushi. There wasn't a lot of space in the room anyway, and he didn't want to spend his time sitting in one corner while Atsushi stayed in the other. "Is it real smoke? Are you on fire?" Shinji didn't relish the idea of waking up to an inferno of a bedroom.
He laughed and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "No, no.. There's no fire under all of this smoke. Just me." Atsushi smiled and leaned forward on his bent knees. "I'm really not all that dangerous, despite the way I look...I promise." He wasn't even sure if he was even slightly dangerous, but the Niou-shaped part of his brain laughed and shook his head.
Shinji breathed a sigh of relief. He was still curious as to what would happen when he spent time around Atsushi, but the knowledge that he wasn't going to hurt anyone was comforting. He smiled a little at Atsushi. "That's good to hear." He tucked some more shirts into the drawer and close it, then carried some pants over to the closet. He really wasn't sure what else to say, though the way Atsushi was watching him certainly made him feel like he should say something.
"So... Have you been going to Ryuhana for a long time?"
"Since February," Atsushi said proudly. He'd made notice of his first six months in September. "I was looking for my brother, and this seemed like a good place to start." He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling for a bit. "What brings you here, if I can ask?"
Shinji finished hanging up his pants and sat on his bed, looking around the room. "Well, I found out I was a mutant about a month ago, but I didn't know what to do, so I asked Ryoma-san for help, and he was helping me focus it so I could try and turn it down, but it hasn't been going too well. Then I met Yuuta and he told me that his parents were like mine, they were very anti-mutant, and he told me if I needed a place to stay I could stay with him and his brother. Then his brother asked for help since one of the teachers here got cured and he though I could help fight off the effects, so I lived with Hirakoba-san for a few days, then the cure wore off of him. But Fuji told my parents that I was at an academic camp for two weeks and it hadn't been two weeks yet so I lived with them for a week, which was very generous of them. Then when I went home my parents grounded me for life until finally I told them that I was a mutant, so they kicked me out and now I'm here." Shinji finished with a gesture to the room and picked at his bed covers.
The story sounded familiar. Atsushi sat up, realizing, "I know you! We spoke online a few times, about meditation I think?" He couldn't remember exactly - it was a month or so ago, and he'd been busy planning out the festival with Ryou. "That's really...bad, about your parents... But, they'll come around when they calm down, though, right?" He smiled. "What do you mean by 'cured'?"
"Meditation... I think so." Shinji gave Atsushi a half smile, which faded as he spoke the next sentence. "And I don't think my parents are ever going to come around. They've been anti-mutant for as along as I can remember, my dad told me he'd wished I'd never been born when I told him." Shinji sat quietly for a minute, then resumed his unpacking. And the Cure was invented to turn mutants back to mutants. My dad was always talking about it. It turns off your mutation, I think."
"That's....wierd." Atsushi decided, with a frown. "My mother says that people who are lost find their way home...so don't worry, okay? Sometimes parents forget, I think, if their kids aren't around all the time. ...though, the Cure sounds..." He thought about it. "I don't know...I guess it could be useful, if someone has a dangerous or painful mutation, but..." Atsushi gave a small laugh, "But what I would I know... I hope you like it here at the school, Ibu-san"
Shinji gave Atsushi another half smile. "Maybe your mother's right. And I don't think the Cure is permanent, so it's not a final solution." He stood up and dug out the shirt his sisters had gotten him for his birthday last year. It was a solid blue, button down shirt. It was one of his favorite shirts, and he hung it up carefully. He then turned to the other boy. "I hope so, Kisazaru-san. And you can call me Shinji."
"Then you can call me Atsushi." He grinned. Again, he tightened his hold on the smoke around him. It wasn't behaving like usual, and it was causing Atsushi to actively divert his attention to it. Usually it didn't really do anything unless he asked it to, and it's sudden initiative was a bit startling.
He waved his hand toward himself, but the smoke seemed to ignore this little bit of encouragement. Plumes of smoke slipped out and scattered, drifting across the floor and around the furniture legs. It brushed near Shinji and Atsushi stammered an apology. "I'm sorry, I think it's growing or something.."
Shinji continued moving back until he was against the wall, a bit more at ease about the smoke that, while not engulfing him, was covering the floor and continuing to expand. So it wasn't real smoke, just... A big black cloud. That kept getting bigger.
"If it can't hurt me, there's nothing to be sorry about." Aside from an elevated heart rate, Shinji didn't feel any worse off. It was a lot like what happened with Sakuno in the kitchen. Unsettling, but not dangerous. And he was slowly becoming more accustomed to odd mutations that fluxed around him. "It's just something that happens."
"Okay...um..." Atsushi grabbed his bag from the floor beside his bed. Maybe some time alone would be best for his new roommate. "I was going to go see my brother, so... I guess I'll see you later." He threw Ryou's homework in the bag, and grabbed his cell phone and wallet from the dresser.
"Happy Halloween, Shinji," Atsushi said, and quickly left. Their first meeting hadn't gone as smoothly as Atsushi would have liked, but perhaps it was better to get everything out in the open. He tried to keep this thought in mind and turned his attention to getting to his brother's home without getting lost this time.