Two Dicks Room Together

Yyriu stood before the shitty old dormitory. It was where he'd be been assigned to stay, since he'd applied "too late" according to his own father, who had pranced off just a few minutes ago to sleep with the student he was banging. Yyriu knew, too, that the roommate he had been assigned was volatile. Which, Yyriu knew, was not a good match for his personality.

He pulled the the scarf up over his face, sighing into it. He entered the dorm, looking around. As he expected, it was empty. Most of the room doors were open and revealed boring rooms in which the carpets were stained and the paint had begun to peel.

"Hello?" He called. He wasn't sure which room Mech was staying in, but he would be sure to room in the entire opposite corner of the dorm.

A figure stood up behind him. He had been resting in the shadows, against the grey, peeling walls; his clothes had blended in. The most colorful thing about him was the long, red hair that fell into his scarf.

"...What are you doing here?" he asked quietly. His voice was hoarse, as though he hadn't tried using it in weeks.

He whirled and reached to ready his weapon, placing his hand over his abdomen. Then, he clenched his fist and stopped. His weapon, however, shouted at him inside his own head. He was somewhat glad that the other boy couldn't hear her, or for sure they'd get into a fight.

Yyriu pulled his scarf down from his mouth so he could speak clearly. He adjusted his long, waist length hair that was loosely tied by his waist to prevent it from getting everywhere. The ribbon in his hair matched the color of his scarf, as well as the pins in his hair keeping his long black bangs from falling completely in his face.

"I enrolled late and the headmaster told me I'd be staying here," he examined the boy in front of him. Though Yyriu was taller than him, he felt infinitely shorter in his presence. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "My name is Yyriu Chernova, and before you ask, yes, I am the headmaster's son."

"I didn't ask," he replied, his grey eyes growing darker. "Did you hear me ask?" His knuckles whitened as he clenched his hands.

"We'll see if I believe your story. If you live long enough."

Yyriu could already tell dealing with this guy was far more trouble than it was worth. He could hear Silnee yelling at him to kick his ass, but Yyriu was worried this might be a fight he couldn't win. So he chose not to listen to her.

"I don't want trouble, I just want to find a room that's mostly habitable and get settled in," he replied honestly. Though, somehow he doubted things would be that easy.

"Stay in mine," he said, shrugging. "I'll let you--that way you can't do anything suspicious."

He frowned deeply.

"No," he replied immediately. "I'll stay next door, or across the hall, but I need my space."

"That's fine," he replied, cracking his neck. "All of the rooms are mine."

"...oh," he replied, but he decided not to inquire further. Not wanting to step on his toes further, he said, "then show me to a room I can stay in."

He jerked his head toward the row of rooms.

"Pick one, any of them. Any one with two mattresses would be just peachy."

"...peachy."

Yyriu was starting to like this boy less and less. He cursed his father for forcing him to room with him. At least he hadn't gotten violent...yet. The look in his eyes wasn't pleasant.

He lugged his bags to the end of the hall, finding a room in the far corner with two beds. Lucky, he supposed, since he was sure that the strange guy would be rooming with him, whether he liked it or not. He could try to spend more time in other rooms, but...he doubted that would go over well.

He shoved his bags onto the bed in the farthest corner as he removed his long coat. Beneath it, he wore a tight fitting black shirt and tight black pants tucked into knee high boots. He wore gloves that left his fingertips exposed. He kept the long scarf on, however.

The other boy leaned against the doorframe, watching his every movement.

"Where are you from, anyway?"

"Kievania." He said as he shoved clothes into an empty dresser. He went about unpacking, though he hardly seemed to care where he shoved things. Already, the room was messy.

"Do you like your country?" he asked, pulling a cigarette out of his oversized coat sleeve. "Are you proud of it?"

Yyriu paused as he set a picture on his nightstand. He pressed his thumb against the frae before he put it down.

"...I'm not fond of Kievania, but I don't hate it."

"And why don't you hate it?" he asked, hostility creeping into his voice. "What's so great about that country, that it keeps your hatred at bay?"

"I don't have a reason to hate it, nor do I have a reason to hate it. I am apathetic towards it. If it stays the same or if it's wiped off the map tomorrow, it doesn't make a difference to me."

He sat on his bed, adjusting his scarf.

"To me...it was just some place I grew up."

He reached out and grabbed him by the scarf.

"I don't like you," he growled. "An indecisive man is either a coward or dangerous, and I hate both those kinds of people."

He cringed slightly, waiting for an impending beating.

"I'm not indecisive. Just apathetic," he said. "I honestly don't care."

"A coward, then," he decided, baring his teeth. In the dim light streaming through the windows, they looked almost like fangs. "Give me one reason not to pound some spirit into you."

"Your beating me won't change my mind, I can promise you that much."

Yyriu looked into Mech's dead eyes. He didn't like what he saw.

He snorted and let him go.

"...Whatever. I have my eye on you--I refuse to be killed in my sleep first."

Yyriu fell silent. He was fairly certain it was his throat he had to be on the lookout for. Nervously, he pulled his scarf over his throat a bit tighter. He wanted to nap, after all the trip had been long. However, he didn't like the prospect of sleeping around his roommate.

He frowned and sat against the wall on his bed. Perhaps he would read?