<div class="floatright">(https://safebooru.org//samples/3554/sample_4730e0b66110cac4663e7bc4015c8931876e79f8.jpg?3696927)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Naruka Minami<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date:</strong>9/1/2035<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>We open in a dorm room in a state of general disorder. While this could be said of most dorm rooms at Danketsuyo's university this one was particularly notable in its messiness. Textbooks and technical manuals were stacked in precarious piles amongst various mechanical bits and bobs and empty cans of energy drinks. The room was lit by a combination of the morning sunshine peeking through the closed blinds and the pale glow of a computer monitor on the desk.<br/><br/>Naruka, meanwhile, was sprawled out on a futon on the floor like a particularly ungainly cat. She was dressed in her usual sleeping attire: a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt. This particular t-shirt bore the legend 'WAY THE BRIDGES I BURN IGHT THE WAY' in large, bright red, and bolded font. Her hair was touseled as she snored like a motorcycle in desperate need of a tune-up. There may or may not have been drool leaking from the corner of her gaping mouth.<br/><br/>At least until something shocked her awake, her eyes fluttering as consciousness rudely reimposed itself on her. She slowly sat up with a groan, rubbing her forehead as she blinked owlishly at the thin bands of sunlight on the opposite wall before fumbling for her glasses. Her dreams usually involved more embarrassing things, like one where she was taking her entrance exams naked and all the questions were in German, or the one where she was being chased by an army of babies down an infinite corridor. Mysterious doorways in strangely familiar alleyways were a new, if not unwelcome change of pace.<br/><br/>She reached over and grabbed a small notebook labeled 'Dream Journal' from where it lay near her futon and, pulling out a pen, scrawled 'Alleyway, Apartments, 137 9th Street, Door Made Of Light' below the entry labeled 'Monkey Suit, Halloween, Shinjuku, Giant Kyary Pamyu Pamyu Wants To Eat Me?'<br/><br/>The annoying sound of a text alert interrupted her thoughts as she crawled over to her phone and grabbed it and opened the chat app she had.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Text Log</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Naru-chan?<br/>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; NARU-CHAANNNN<br/>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; R U Up yet? Come on, read your texts already!</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">im awake what do you want?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Finally! I swear, you sleep like the dead.<br/>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Did you finish the coding yet? Please tell me it's done.</span></div></div></div><br/><br/>Naruka got to her feet and leaned over her desk chair while scratching her inner thigh. She grimaced at the computer screen, the glare glinting off her glasses before she turned on her heel and walked towards the bathroom, her thumbs still typing away.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Text Log Continues</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">yeah its done.<br/>just finished compiling.<br/>should run fine</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Oh thank goodness. You're a lifesaver Naru-chan!</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">please dont call me that.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Sorry.<br/>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Thanks for doing the coding though. <br/>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; I figured Kuni-san would've been able to handle it but I figured we needed a second pair of eyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">kunihito couldnt make a functional program if his life depended on it.<br/>dont know why he volunteered to code for this project </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Well, he was really persuasive...</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">the man barely knows what an if-then function is<br/>i swear if you idiots let him try to code anything else for this group project i will end you<br/>i am not going to fail this just because of kunihito's bloated ego<br/>you people owe me</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; WWWWW tell us how you really feel.<br/>&lt;Tetsuo&gt; Anyway, send me the file when you get the chance so I can upload it.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">understood</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">&lt;Tetsuo&gt; All hail Narukami-sama!</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">i told you not to call me that either.</span></div></div></div><br/><br/>Naruka let out a groan as she plopped down on the toilet, her face in one hand and her phone in the other. "I swear, those idiots are going to drive me insane..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>One bathroom hygiene montage later and Naruka felt human enough to venture outside. There was food to be sought and classes to attend and neither could be acquired in her dorm room. Clad in her least wrinkled orange shirt, jeans and her red-and-white sneakers, Naruka grabbed her courier bag and slouched her way towards the outside world. She did, however, briefly pause at the sight of the bright-green-haired woman down the hall in one of the other dorms.<br/><br/><em>Didn't think it was cosplay season yet,</em>she thought to herself. She offered her fellow student a limp wave.