DORM ROOM 6

[ Dorm Room 6 is the middle door of the left hand side. The dorm belongs to Shirizu and Tarou. ]

A strange sound could be heard in the dorm halls as bone fingers grasped the doorknob to room six. Right in the middle of that segment of the rooms. Tarou might have complained about having to share not one but two walls with others but his mind was still on the exam earlier. The boy still felt cheated at what had happened. The flag had just disappeared from their grasp and they never had found it again. Now the skeleton had taken his time beating up his opponents in an attempt to find it but neither wanted to share any information. So he formally lost despite having suffered no real damage himself. Afterwards in the classroom he'd found his teammate would be his roommate. The idea didn't seem too bad. He didn't know much about Shirizu past what he could do in battle but at the least he didn't seem terribly annoying from the get go. This didn't mean they were particularly chummy yet. Or at least Tarou didn't perceive things that way. So he had went ahead on his own to the dorm unsure when his roommate would follow suit.

The bone boy quickly changed out of his school uniform into a shirt and shorts just to get more comfortable for unpacking. Though did it really change much he wondered. No matter what he wore nothing really looked very natural or comfortable on him. And nothing was gonna change the fact that other people wouldn't feel comfortable looking at him. His side of the room was fairly straightforward. Plain black sheets covered his bed and pillows. He had a fairly expensive looking boombox set down by his bed but not much else to speak of. As he began unpacking his bags he placed a pile of notebooks down neatly onto his desk with a set of pencils soon to follow. With not much to do but simmer and be angry he thought it best to take his mind off things. And so he took a pencil in hand and opened one of the notebooks to reveal a series of sketches that were highly detailed though a bit surreal in style. So while he waited for Shirizu to arrive or for something else to happen he supposed he would simply draw the object of what had him so upset: the flag.

With a long reach and press of a button, some heavy metal began playing on his speakers which he didn't blast to absurd levels, yet anyway. He could spare the decency of not annoying people as they moved in on the first day at least. All he really wanted was a background to his work. The bones that made his hand curled around his pencil as he began softly sketching out the general shape of the flag as it had stood on his side of the stadium to start. Details of it and the frozen tundra that it had all gone down in would follow as he went along. This would be his afternoon until he calmed down or else had company in one capacity or another.

Tarou looked up as his roommate entered. It was Shirizu after all, and the boy didn't seem particularly thrilled about something or other. It came out quickly enough that he had expected to have his own room or at least figured UA would have had enough money to. It was a point the skeleton couldn't argue. He had hoped to have an individual room himself. Though this was largely influenced by his own thoughts that no one would want to spend all that much time around him. It would cause less drama to just be on his own whenever he could. His drawing slowed as he listened to his roommate speak. He was in the middle of detailing the flag with more intricate lines than those he had started with. Shirizu appeared to be very talented with a basketball, a thing Tarou had never done much with. Team sports in general weren't much his cup of tea. But still he could appreciate the displays of skill.

"I'm just trying to relax." The skeleton boy started in response to Shirizu's statement of their mutual boredom with the room. "I just needed another minute and I'd have had that flag from those two in there. Gotta try and get it off my mind." Tarou continued, entirely aware of the irony of drawing the object of his frustration while stating he was trying to stop thinking about it. Somehow it'd end up working out. Sometime before bed he'd probably be thinking about something else. "So if you're not gonna hang out here, what are you gonna get up to?" Tarou asked, turning the questions to Shirizu. "Can't say I've heard much about UA's sports teams. Shame too, you seem pretty good." he commented, trying to be friendly. His free hand tapped lightly at the side of his chair. Nothing but a nervous tick but it definitely sounded off with bone doing the tapping.

Normally Tarou was used to having to point out things he didn't have that a normal person did. But perhaps because this was their first real meeting Shirizu had made the observation. The boy mentioned the air feeling sick after sitting still inside for too long. While the skeleton thought he understood the idea the following questions about his body had him thinking. He certainly didn't have lungs. He seemed to have a grasp of what felt like to be out of breath seeing as he couldn't run forever. If the doctors were right and he actually had a brain up in his skull then it would need oxygen. How did it get up there? His nervous system wasn't exposed to the air so it wasn't like air was leaking in. The questions paused the drawing process as the bone boy lightly tapped a finger at the side of his skull.

"Ya know, I'm not sure I know. Quirk researchers and doctors ran a million tests on me when I was little. But it's not like I was paying much attention. It's probably on record somewhere if I cared enough to find out." came Tarou's initial answer. In line with his statements, he didn't really care about figuring out his body too much. It was all he really had memories. Why question what he'd always known? Looking back to his desk briefly, the form of the flag was finished. And as there wasn't much a tundra could add to the background, the sketch seemed largely finished. Only fine details left if he cared enough. And for the moment he didn't. Talking with Shirizu, while not exactly comforting, was enough of a distraction for now. Maybe he could still do something with his evening if this kept up.

"Guess some quirks are just weird like that." he continued his thoughts. "Would have thought we'd be out of insane mutations these but guess I'm just that lucky." he scoffed sarcastically. While they were on the subject of difficult to answer questions Tarou figured it'd be appropriate to toss one out of his own. "So what's it like having all that meat on you? I'd get claustrophobic being all tightly wrapped up like that."