College Life (ToNoShi's 2nd Story)
Yay! Our second story! Alright, this one takes place at a university (How about Tokyo University?). Basically, we're students there (maybe foreign exchange students) and the GLAY guys are students there. Oh, and we'll pari off and be each other's roommates and and I figure the four guys can pair off as roommates as well. We could tie GLAY's formation in with it if we feel like it. Basically, let's just have a crazy time with this one and have fun.
"Ano, sumimasen..."
Jiro was in the midst of carrying his first load of belongings up to his dorm room when a young woman's voice stopped him from behind. He turned around and came face to face with an American girl with elbow-length blonde hair with lots of different layers, a button nose, curvy figure (he couldn't help but stare at her chest), and best of all, bright blue eyes. She too was carrying a box full of stuff. "Eto, nani?" he asked, wondering what the gaijin (foreigner) could possibly want with him.
"Kono daigaku no gakusei desu ka?" she asked fairly well in Japanese. "Are you a student here?"
"Hai. Ninensei desu (I'm a 2nd year). Anata wa?"
" Yeah, I'm a new student- atarashii gakusei desu. Ichinensei desu (First year). Kono ryou ( this dorm) wa doko (where) desu ka?" She held out a piece of paper with the number 337 on it.
"In this...nandake...kono kai...this floor," Jiro replied, wishing he'd paid better attention during his high school English classes. "I think it is near mine. Do you want me to show you?"
"Onegai shimasu. Please. It's very confusing." She blushed a little and tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear with her free hand. "Jordan desu, but call me Jo."
"Wayama Yoshihito, but call me Jiro." He gave her a little bow before starting to lead her down the hallway. She gave him a quizically look- she couldn't figure out how he got "Jiro" from "Yoshihito." "It's a long story," he explained. Jo just nodded and accepted the explanation. As they made it down the hall, an awkward silence ensued. Jiro didn't really know what to say to her. Talking to Japanese girls was one thing, but he'd never been in a one-on-one situation with an American girl, especially one that was so cute. "Well, here you are." They stopped in front of room 337.
"Arigatou," Jo thanked him, smiling.
"Iie, it was nothing." He found himself goofily grinning back. "Ja, I need to get to my room too. Maybe I will see you around, ne?"
"Yeah, kitto itsuka," Jo sighed. They said goodbye and she watched Jiro make his way down the rest of the hall and turn the corner to the right before disappearing. //Gahh! So cute!// she thought to herself. Jo honestly hoped she'd run into him again. Then, noticing how heavy her first box of belonings had begun to feel in her arms, she reached in her Tokyo University info folder and pulled out her dorm key, excited yet nervous to meet her roommate, whoever it was.
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Jiro approached the door to his room. He could hear a Balzac CD blasting within. "Guess he's already here," he muttered. Rolling his eyes, he fished out his keys and unlocked the door and found his roommate crouching underneath his desk, messing around with a gazillion computer cords. "Hey Hisa. How was your summer break?"
"Ano, sumimasen..."
Jiro was in the midst of carrying his first load of belongings up to his dorm room when a young woman's voice stopped him from behind. He turned around and came face to face with an American girl with elbow-length blonde hair with lots of different layers, a button nose, curvy figure (he couldn't help but stare at her chest), and best of all, bright blue eyes. She too was carrying a box full of stuff. "Eto, nani?" he asked, wondering what the gaijin (foreigner) could possibly want with him.
"Kono daigaku no gakusei desu ka?" she asked fairly well in Japanese. "Are you a student here?"
"Hai. Ninensei desu (I'm a 2nd year). Anata wa?"
" Yeah, I'm a new student- atarashii gakusei desu. Ichinensei desu (First year). Kono ryou ( this dorm) wa doko (where) desu ka?" She held out a piece of paper with the number 337 on it.
"In this...nandake...kono kai...this floor," Jiro replied, wishing he'd paid better attention during his high school English classes. "I think it is near mine. Do you want me to show you?"
"Onegai shimasu. Please. It's very confusing." She blushed a little and tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear with her free hand. "Jordan desu, but call me Jo."
"Wayama Yoshihito, but call me Jiro." He gave her a little bow before starting to lead her down the hallway. She gave him a quizically look- she couldn't figure out how he got "Jiro" from "Yoshihito." "It's a long story," he explained. Jo just nodded and accepted the explanation. As they made it down the hall, an awkward silence ensued. Jiro didn't really know what to say to her. Talking to Japanese girls was one thing, but he'd never been in a one-on-one situation with an American girl, especially one that was so cute. "Well, here you are." They stopped in front of room 337.
"Arigatou," Jo thanked him, smiling.
"Iie, it was nothing." He found himself goofily grinning back. "Ja, I need to get to my room too. Maybe I will see you around, ne?"
"Yeah, kitto itsuka," Jo sighed. They said goodbye and she watched Jiro make his way down the rest of the hall and turn the corner to the right before disappearing. //Gahh! So cute!// she thought to herself. Jo honestly hoped she'd run into him again. Then, noticing how heavy her first box of belonings had begun to feel in her arms, she reached in her Tokyo University info folder and pulled out her dorm key, excited yet nervous to meet her roommate, whoever it was.
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Jiro approached the door to his room. He could hear a Balzac CD blasting within. "Guess he's already here," he muttered. Rolling his eyes, he fished out his keys and unlocked the door and found his roommate crouching underneath his desk, messing around with a gazillion computer cords. "Hey Hisa. How was your summer break?"