Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 2/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 2/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Romance, Drama, AU, Humor?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. Oh, and I don't own Koko wa Greenwood either.
Warnings: Extremely OOC cast. And basic, no-frills writing.
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Open Pairings. But for this chapter, suggested Aoi/Uruha, Hiroto/Jin, Byou/Manabu, Gackt/Byou
Characters: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Dir en Grey, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, Miyavi
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: Dorm room assignments revealed! I haven't mentioned Dir en Grey, Miyavi, and certain members of ScReW, An Cafe, and SuG. But they will appear in this fic sooner or later.
Chapters: { Cast } { One }
“Some of the residents here are a bit on the strange side, but they’re good people,” Aoi told me, lifting the lower end of my suitcase as we climbed a flight of stairs to the second floor. “You’ll get used to it.”
“You really can’t help but be on the strange side if you go to a school called Malice, can you?” Uruha chortled. “Dorm rules are simple. Don’t wreck anything, don’t hurt anyone, do your assigned chores, inform me if you’ll be out after curfew hours, and pay your bills on time.” I nodded, carefully treading on the creaking stair steps. “Oh, and no guests between 10PM and 8AM, and no girls at any given time, please. Or at least don’t get caught,” the tall blonde added, winking at me as he finished.
I let out a sigh as we got to the second floor. The russet-colored floors of the hallway glistened before the long stretch of rooms. It didn’t take long for us to find the one I would call mine. Or ours, as I remembered the rooms here were two-person bedrooms. “Here you go. Room 210,” Uruha declared. “We live right next door, so if there’s anything you need, just let us know.”
“Thank you so much,” I uttered, bowing to the two men. I then turned to the door to my room, imagining what it might look like inside. Was it fully furnished like I was told it was? How was the bed? Will I have a desk? And then I tried to imagine what my room mate would be like, praying that he was a nice guy. I took a deep breath as I twisted the door knob and pushed the door open.
Two people were in the room. One of them knelt on the floor, back turned to me, copper-colored hair sparkling with the sunlight that entered the room from the window across the door. The other one was sprawled on a scarlet sheet laid out on the floor. It was a man. A black-haired, pale-skinned man.
He was naked.
I quickly closed the door, and turned to the two men who brought me to the room, sheer shock painted all over my face. “What’s the matter, Kai?” Uruha asked, obviously amused at my expression. Aoi chuckled quietly behind him.
“Two people…a naked guy…” I managed to sputter, failing miserably to erase the image in my head.
“Ah, he must be working right now,” Uruha replied as he reached for the door knob.
Working? I continued wishing there was such a thing as mental bleach as the door opened before Uruha could touch the door knob. The brunette, now clothed in all black, scrambled out of the room. He bowed upon seeing my face. He apologized repeatedly.
“I didn’t know the door was unlocked. I am so sorry!” He said slightly breathlessly, layers of chunky black locks hooding over his face. His naked image was still fresh and quite vivid in my head. His pale skin. His chiseled body. His sultry expression.
“What the fuck, Uruha, I didn’t know he was coming today,” I heard a man’s voice utter from behind the door. The other person in the room was apparently a guy too. The image in my head just got even more disturbing. My eyes widened at the figure that marched out of the door. Long copper hair framed a small, somewhat feminine, but rather stern face. He didn’t look angry, but there was viciousness in his gaze.
“I’m sorry, I must have forgotten to tell you,” Uruha replied, smiling, looking anything but apologetic. The crazy bastard probably wanted this to happen. “But maybe you’d want to remember to keep your door locked when you’re working?”
Now he looked slightly irate. “What the hell for, it’s work,” the other man said as Aoi pat my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, he’s actually really nice,” Aoi said. “His name is Byou. He’s your room mate.”
I looked at Byou as I placed another shirt in my closet. “Art school?”
“Yup. That’s the plan, at least,” Byou replied, his attention still directed at his sketchbook as he quickly but gently stroked one of the pages with a pencil. His hair was now tied back, exposing more of his feminine, but strong features. “I’m working on my illustration portfolio. And as you might have guessed, I’m concentrating on the male anatomy.”
Does this mean I’m going to have to get used to having nude MEN in my room? I shuddered as a picture of the naked brunette from earlier floated in my mind again. “And the other guy…”
“That’s Manabu,” he replied, now rubbing the page with an eraser. “He’s a senior too. I’m not sure what he’s doing after high school, though. He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Byou giggled softly. “Too bad he doesn’t live in Mizer. I’d do more than just draw that fine ass of his.”
A gay room mate, I uttered in my head. What more could I ask for?
“I’m kidding, keep your hair on,” Byou laughed, most likely because of the disturbed look on my face. I shook my head as I loaded the last piece of clothing in my closet. “Looks like you’re ready,” my room mate said as he brushed off the eraser dust from his shirt. “Run along. Aoi and Uruha are waiting.”
Aoi and Uruha first showed me the communal areas of Mizer House - the lounge, the dining area, the kitchen, the bathrooms, and the ofuro. As we were heading back to my room, Aoi pointed at a pretty girl on the walkway. Black curls fell gracefully just above her waist. We were on the second floor, but even from there it was quite apparent that her features were very doll-like. “That’s Mana,” Aoi said. “He’s our landlord.”
Aoi was right. The people here were bizarre.
I got to know more people come dinner time. “That guy,” Byou whispered, pointing at the blonde across our table. “That’s Reita. He’s captain of the soccer team. I’d have him pose for me, but I’m too scared to ask.”
It was hard for me to believe that anyone could intimidate Byou. Before I could imagine how scary Reita was, my room mate pointed at another blonde at another table. This one had a mischievous grin on his face, but he looked much friendlier than Reita. “That’s Reita’s room mate,” Byou said. “Takeru, captain of the basketball team. He’s one of the few people who can calm Reita down when he gets mad. He’s a really nice guy, although I’ve been told by some of his team mates that he can get fucking scary when he’s pissed.”
“Those two,” Byou continued, now pointing at two men at the table right next to us. One of them had long black hair with blonde streaks, and the other one had a ridiculous blonde afro. “They’re Mizer’s resident geeks. They converted their room into a weird game arcade of sorts with their game consoles and multiple PC’s. If you can’t find Aoi and Uruha in their own room, they’re probably hanging out at Kanon and Yuuki’s. Even the bookworm Nao from the third floor hangs out there a lot.”
“Who’s that?” I asked as I pointed at the blonde seated beside Reita without looking scared.
“Oh, that’s Ruki. He shares a room with Saga over there,” my room mate replied, pointing at another guy at some other table. “Saga’s the editor-in-chief of the school paper, and he currently holds the record for having the most female guests invited to Mizer without Uruha catching his ass.” Byou looked at Ruki again. “Ruki’s just in his second year of high school, but he’s written some pretty good novels under a pen name. I won’t tell you which one it is, though.”
“And how did you find out about this?”
“I have my ways,” Byou smirked. His smile widened as he looked over me. “Well, well, Tora’s here.”
I turned my head to a tall, black-haired man. His hair covered his eyes from where I was looking. “That’s Tora,” I heard Byou say. “He lives in the only dorm room on the first floor. I’m gonna get that stud pose naked for me if it’s the last thing I do.”
I directed my attention back to Byou. “And who’s the room mate you want to switch places with?” I entertained the thought of trading room mates with Tora; maybe his room mate was actually sane.
Or so I thought.
“His motorcycle.”
“Excuse me?” I said, almost choking in my glass.
My room mate snickered. “I shit you not, he shares a room with his motorcycle,” Byou laughed, handing me a bunch of table napkins. “He loves that motherfucking bike so much and refuses to leave it out in the cold and crap. He pays double the rent we all do.”
I shook my head in disbelief as I watched Tora walk out of the dining area carrying a small paper bag. “Figures,” my room mate muttered. “He doesn’t really socialize with Mizer’s residents. He prefers being alone with his beloved bike.”
Two people walked in the dining area as Tora left. Both of them were tall, and both of them were really good looking. “I see you’ve already spotted Shou and Kazuki,” Byou said, probably noticing that I was staring at the two guys who just walked in. “Not surprised. They’re models. You’d be blind not to notice those two, even if you’re as straight as a board.”
“Models, huh? Any plans of getting them to help you with that portfolio of yours?”
“Tried. No such luck. Breach of contract and shit,” Byou grumbled. “But I did get those two to pose for me. It was fantastic.”
He pointed towards the table where Takeru was eating. There were two guys seated with him. “Jin and Hiroto. They were both incredibly drunk at the time. Then again those two assholes are almost always drunk.”
I resisted the urge to spit out my drink. “Hold on. Both of them posed nude for you? At the same time?” I asked, making sure to keep my voice down.
“Yup,” my room mate answered casually. “I had to stop them before they started banging each other on my sheets, fucking bastards. The drawing came out awesome, though.” Byou snickered as I shuddered, doing my best to brush off the mental image that slowly formed in my head. I looked towards the exit of the dining area, watching Aoi and Uruha leave the room together.
“Those two…Aoi and Uruha,” Byou uttered. “They’re the school’s dream couple. Almost every girl in school probably touches herself to one or both of them, but even these girls want Aoi and Uruha to end up with each other.”
I gulped down the last drops of my apple juice to remove the taste of vomit in my mouth. I remembered Uruha’s words. You really can’t help but be on the strange side if you go to a school called Malice, can you?
I breathed a small sigh. Nope. I guess not.
Byou had been asleep by the time I got back from my shower. He had unfortunately left his art materials all over the floor, leaving very little room to even just stand on. Douche. I carefully picked up the scattered colored pencils and markers. The mess bothered me royally but I was too tired to pack his stuff properly, so I listlessly placed the bundle of art materials on the desk. That’s when I noticed that his sketchbook was still there. I knew that he drew things that would disturb me to no end, but morbid curiosity took over me. I picked up the damn sketchbook and opened it.
It took a while for me to realize that most of the drawings were portraits of men. Some were clothed, some were half-naked, and others were completely bare. It made no difference at that moment. Byou’s drawings were simply exquisite. As I flipped through the pages, the drawings got even better. When I think Byou couldn’t make a better portrait, he does so in the next page.
I then came across a portrait of a fully clothed man with long blonde chocolate-colored hair. Even though it was a crosshatch portrait rendered in colored pencil, he still looked like I could hear his breath if I listened closely enough. I turned to the next page, which revealed what seemed to be the portrait of Jin and Hiroto he mentioned earlier. Although he described the two subjects to be drunk and horny beyond their gourds, their portrait looked much sweeter and more romantic than it looked erotic. The feeling Byou created was more of warmth than of heat. It was beautiful.
A few pages later, I found myself admiring another portrait of a man whose face looked familiar. The man in the watercolor portrait was naked, short honey-blonde hair framing an angular, but dainty face. I looked closer, now noticing the eyes on the portrait’s subject. The look in his eyes was something I’ve seen on only one person before. It was a gaze that oozed with an unnatural wisdom.
Principal Gackt?
I looked at the portraits in the previous pages. That’s when I realized that Principal Gackt had at least five portraits in Byou’s sketchbook, with him looking very much different in all of them. Each portrait had him with another hair color, another hair cut, another eye color, and another degree of nakedness. But the portraits all had the same expression.
“Shit.”
I jerked at the sound of Byou’s voice. He was still on his bed, the bottom bunk, with his back turned to me. Before I could open my mouth to apologize for peeking into his sketchbook, he let out a soft moan. A rather...orgasmic one.
“Sensei…”
What the fuck, is he jacking off? “Dude,” I snapped. “That’s so wrong, at least wait until I fall asleep-“
“Sensei…”
His voice was cracking now, and then I heard hushed sobs. I quietly approached him and found that he was, indeed, crying. Big Bad Byou was crying in his sleep. And from what I saw in his sketchbook, I could guess who he was crying for. No, I knew exactly who he was.
“Sensei…”
You really can’t help but be on the strange side if you go to a school called Malice, can you?
I sighed as I gently wiped away the tears that stained Byou’s sleeping face. Can’t we, really?
A/N: Don't kill me yet if your pairing of choice isn't in the room assignments. They're not the final pairings.
Yes, Nao does have a room mate. Will be mentioned in the next chapter.
Chapter 3
Chapters: 2/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Romance, Drama, AU, Humor?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. Oh, and I don't own Koko wa Greenwood either.
Warnings: Extremely OOC cast. And basic, no-frills writing.
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Open Pairings. But for this chapter, suggested Aoi/Uruha, Hiroto/Jin, Byou/Manabu, Gackt/Byou
Characters: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Dir en Grey, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, Miyavi
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: Dorm room assignments revealed! I haven't mentioned Dir en Grey, Miyavi, and certain members of ScReW, An Cafe, and SuG. But they will appear in this fic sooner or later.
Chapters: { Cast } { One }
“Some of the residents here are a bit on the strange side, but they’re good people,” Aoi told me, lifting the lower end of my suitcase as we climbed a flight of stairs to the second floor. “You’ll get used to it.”
“You really can’t help but be on the strange side if you go to a school called Malice, can you?” Uruha chortled. “Dorm rules are simple. Don’t wreck anything, don’t hurt anyone, do your assigned chores, inform me if you’ll be out after curfew hours, and pay your bills on time.” I nodded, carefully treading on the creaking stair steps. “Oh, and no guests between 10PM and 8AM, and no girls at any given time, please. Or at least don’t get caught,” the tall blonde added, winking at me as he finished.
I let out a sigh as we got to the second floor. The russet-colored floors of the hallway glistened before the long stretch of rooms. It didn’t take long for us to find the one I would call mine. Or ours, as I remembered the rooms here were two-person bedrooms. “Here you go. Room 210,” Uruha declared. “We live right next door, so if there’s anything you need, just let us know.”
“Thank you so much,” I uttered, bowing to the two men. I then turned to the door to my room, imagining what it might look like inside. Was it fully furnished like I was told it was? How was the bed? Will I have a desk? And then I tried to imagine what my room mate would be like, praying that he was a nice guy. I took a deep breath as I twisted the door knob and pushed the door open.
Two people were in the room. One of them knelt on the floor, back turned to me, copper-colored hair sparkling with the sunlight that entered the room from the window across the door. The other one was sprawled on a scarlet sheet laid out on the floor. It was a man. A black-haired, pale-skinned man.
He was naked.
I quickly closed the door, and turned to the two men who brought me to the room, sheer shock painted all over my face. “What’s the matter, Kai?” Uruha asked, obviously amused at my expression. Aoi chuckled quietly behind him.
“Two people…a naked guy…” I managed to sputter, failing miserably to erase the image in my head.
“Ah, he must be working right now,” Uruha replied as he reached for the door knob.
Working? I continued wishing there was such a thing as mental bleach as the door opened before Uruha could touch the door knob. The brunette, now clothed in all black, scrambled out of the room. He bowed upon seeing my face. He apologized repeatedly.
“I didn’t know the door was unlocked. I am so sorry!” He said slightly breathlessly, layers of chunky black locks hooding over his face. His naked image was still fresh and quite vivid in my head. His pale skin. His chiseled body. His sultry expression.
“What the fuck, Uruha, I didn’t know he was coming today,” I heard a man’s voice utter from behind the door. The other person in the room was apparently a guy too. The image in my head just got even more disturbing. My eyes widened at the figure that marched out of the door. Long copper hair framed a small, somewhat feminine, but rather stern face. He didn’t look angry, but there was viciousness in his gaze.
“I’m sorry, I must have forgotten to tell you,” Uruha replied, smiling, looking anything but apologetic. The crazy bastard probably wanted this to happen. “But maybe you’d want to remember to keep your door locked when you’re working?”
Now he looked slightly irate. “What the hell for, it’s work,” the other man said as Aoi pat my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, he’s actually really nice,” Aoi said. “His name is Byou. He’s your room mate.”
I looked at Byou as I placed another shirt in my closet. “Art school?”
“Yup. That’s the plan, at least,” Byou replied, his attention still directed at his sketchbook as he quickly but gently stroked one of the pages with a pencil. His hair was now tied back, exposing more of his feminine, but strong features. “I’m working on my illustration portfolio. And as you might have guessed, I’m concentrating on the male anatomy.”
Does this mean I’m going to have to get used to having nude MEN in my room? I shuddered as a picture of the naked brunette from earlier floated in my mind again. “And the other guy…”
“That’s Manabu,” he replied, now rubbing the page with an eraser. “He’s a senior too. I’m not sure what he’s doing after high school, though. He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Byou giggled softly. “Too bad he doesn’t live in Mizer. I’d do more than just draw that fine ass of his.”
A gay room mate, I uttered in my head. What more could I ask for?
“I’m kidding, keep your hair on,” Byou laughed, most likely because of the disturbed look on my face. I shook my head as I loaded the last piece of clothing in my closet. “Looks like you’re ready,” my room mate said as he brushed off the eraser dust from his shirt. “Run along. Aoi and Uruha are waiting.”
Aoi and Uruha first showed me the communal areas of Mizer House - the lounge, the dining area, the kitchen, the bathrooms, and the ofuro. As we were heading back to my room, Aoi pointed at a pretty girl on the walkway. Black curls fell gracefully just above her waist. We were on the second floor, but even from there it was quite apparent that her features were very doll-like. “That’s Mana,” Aoi said. “He’s our landlord.”
Aoi was right. The people here were bizarre.
I got to know more people come dinner time. “That guy,” Byou whispered, pointing at the blonde across our table. “That’s Reita. He’s captain of the soccer team. I’d have him pose for me, but I’m too scared to ask.”
It was hard for me to believe that anyone could intimidate Byou. Before I could imagine how scary Reita was, my room mate pointed at another blonde at another table. This one had a mischievous grin on his face, but he looked much friendlier than Reita. “That’s Reita’s room mate,” Byou said. “Takeru, captain of the basketball team. He’s one of the few people who can calm Reita down when he gets mad. He’s a really nice guy, although I’ve been told by some of his team mates that he can get fucking scary when he’s pissed.”
“Those two,” Byou continued, now pointing at two men at the table right next to us. One of them had long black hair with blonde streaks, and the other one had a ridiculous blonde afro. “They’re Mizer’s resident geeks. They converted their room into a weird game arcade of sorts with their game consoles and multiple PC’s. If you can’t find Aoi and Uruha in their own room, they’re probably hanging out at Kanon and Yuuki’s. Even the bookworm Nao from the third floor hangs out there a lot.”
“Who’s that?” I asked as I pointed at the blonde seated beside Reita without looking scared.
“Oh, that’s Ruki. He shares a room with Saga over there,” my room mate replied, pointing at another guy at some other table. “Saga’s the editor-in-chief of the school paper, and he currently holds the record for having the most female guests invited to Mizer without Uruha catching his ass.” Byou looked at Ruki again. “Ruki’s just in his second year of high school, but he’s written some pretty good novels under a pen name. I won’t tell you which one it is, though.”
“And how did you find out about this?”
“I have my ways,” Byou smirked. His smile widened as he looked over me. “Well, well, Tora’s here.”
I turned my head to a tall, black-haired man. His hair covered his eyes from where I was looking. “That’s Tora,” I heard Byou say. “He lives in the only dorm room on the first floor. I’m gonna get that stud pose naked for me if it’s the last thing I do.”
I directed my attention back to Byou. “And who’s the room mate you want to switch places with?” I entertained the thought of trading room mates with Tora; maybe his room mate was actually sane.
Or so I thought.
“His motorcycle.”
“Excuse me?” I said, almost choking in my glass.
My room mate snickered. “I shit you not, he shares a room with his motorcycle,” Byou laughed, handing me a bunch of table napkins. “He loves that motherfucking bike so much and refuses to leave it out in the cold and crap. He pays double the rent we all do.”
I shook my head in disbelief as I watched Tora walk out of the dining area carrying a small paper bag. “Figures,” my room mate muttered. “He doesn’t really socialize with Mizer’s residents. He prefers being alone with his beloved bike.”
Two people walked in the dining area as Tora left. Both of them were tall, and both of them were really good looking. “I see you’ve already spotted Shou and Kazuki,” Byou said, probably noticing that I was staring at the two guys who just walked in. “Not surprised. They’re models. You’d be blind not to notice those two, even if you’re as straight as a board.”
“Models, huh? Any plans of getting them to help you with that portfolio of yours?”
“Tried. No such luck. Breach of contract and shit,” Byou grumbled. “But I did get those two to pose for me. It was fantastic.”
He pointed towards the table where Takeru was eating. There were two guys seated with him. “Jin and Hiroto. They were both incredibly drunk at the time. Then again those two assholes are almost always drunk.”
I resisted the urge to spit out my drink. “Hold on. Both of them posed nude for you? At the same time?” I asked, making sure to keep my voice down.
“Yup,” my room mate answered casually. “I had to stop them before they started banging each other on my sheets, fucking bastards. The drawing came out awesome, though.” Byou snickered as I shuddered, doing my best to brush off the mental image that slowly formed in my head. I looked towards the exit of the dining area, watching Aoi and Uruha leave the room together.
“Those two…Aoi and Uruha,” Byou uttered. “They’re the school’s dream couple. Almost every girl in school probably touches herself to one or both of them, but even these girls want Aoi and Uruha to end up with each other.”
I gulped down the last drops of my apple juice to remove the taste of vomit in my mouth. I remembered Uruha’s words. You really can’t help but be on the strange side if you go to a school called Malice, can you?
I breathed a small sigh. Nope. I guess not.
Byou had been asleep by the time I got back from my shower. He had unfortunately left his art materials all over the floor, leaving very little room to even just stand on. Douche. I carefully picked up the scattered colored pencils and markers. The mess bothered me royally but I was too tired to pack his stuff properly, so I listlessly placed the bundle of art materials on the desk. That’s when I noticed that his sketchbook was still there. I knew that he drew things that would disturb me to no end, but morbid curiosity took over me. I picked up the damn sketchbook and opened it.
It took a while for me to realize that most of the drawings were portraits of men. Some were clothed, some were half-naked, and others were completely bare. It made no difference at that moment. Byou’s drawings were simply exquisite. As I flipped through the pages, the drawings got even better. When I think Byou couldn’t make a better portrait, he does so in the next page.
I then came across a portrait of a fully clothed man with long blonde chocolate-colored hair. Even though it was a crosshatch portrait rendered in colored pencil, he still looked like I could hear his breath if I listened closely enough. I turned to the next page, which revealed what seemed to be the portrait of Jin and Hiroto he mentioned earlier. Although he described the two subjects to be drunk and horny beyond their gourds, their portrait looked much sweeter and more romantic than it looked erotic. The feeling Byou created was more of warmth than of heat. It was beautiful.
A few pages later, I found myself admiring another portrait of a man whose face looked familiar. The man in the watercolor portrait was naked, short honey-blonde hair framing an angular, but dainty face. I looked closer, now noticing the eyes on the portrait’s subject. The look in his eyes was something I’ve seen on only one person before. It was a gaze that oozed with an unnatural wisdom.
Principal Gackt?
I looked at the portraits in the previous pages. That’s when I realized that Principal Gackt had at least five portraits in Byou’s sketchbook, with him looking very much different in all of them. Each portrait had him with another hair color, another hair cut, another eye color, and another degree of nakedness. But the portraits all had the same expression.
“Shit.”
I jerked at the sound of Byou’s voice. He was still on his bed, the bottom bunk, with his back turned to me. Before I could open my mouth to apologize for peeking into his sketchbook, he let out a soft moan. A rather...orgasmic one.
“Sensei…”
What the fuck, is he jacking off? “Dude,” I snapped. “That’s so wrong, at least wait until I fall asleep-“
“Sensei…”
His voice was cracking now, and then I heard hushed sobs. I quietly approached him and found that he was, indeed, crying. Big Bad Byou was crying in his sleep. And from what I saw in his sketchbook, I could guess who he was crying for. No, I knew exactly who he was.
“Sensei…”
You really can’t help but be on the strange side if you go to a school called Malice, can you?
I sighed as I gently wiped away the tears that stained Byou’s sleeping face. Can’t we, really?
A/N: Don't kill me yet if your pairing of choice isn't in the room assignments. They're not the final pairings.
Yes, Nao does have a room mate. Will be mentioned in the next chapter.
Chapter 3