<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rtjTRKO.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Akiyama Amaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Akiyama's dorm room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Megumi Shika<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day of School; Night Time<br/><hr/><br/>As the day had dragged on, Akiyama had eventually found her way back to her dorm-room. Perhaps it was just out of boredom, since most the students had scrambled and she'd found herself dumbfound whenever she tried to approach someone, it seemed like everyone had already established their cliques, just like how it had always been.<strong>"Some things never change, do they?"</strong>She asked hollowly to the roof. She'd adjusted to solidarity in the past, but she was not inclined to do so again. Perhaps she was just socially incompetent? Approaching strangers felt... Strange. With two gorillas less breathing down her neck anymore, it should've left her feeling at ease, so why didn't it? Why did she feel a sense of guilt at any point she tried to approach someone she had no relation to?<br/><br/>Deep down, she knew. It was the same salty feeling she recalled from years back, when she had still tried to be social. She made them uncomfortable. No, her guardians made them uncomfortable. And she felt like she was to blame for it. Now, years later, the sense of guilt still lingered, with or without a seven foot giant behind her.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath. It soon seeped out through her nose, she could hear the gentle howling. There was plenty of activity out in the hallways, but it still felt silent, empty. The sound of her letting out inhaled air was the only thing that filled her mind. Perhaps this was what solidarity truly was. Being in a position to find friends, but not making use of it.<br/><br/>Only time would tell. On paper, abnormals were nestled with normals now. In practice, Akiyama had her doubts. She still felt harassed, eyed up, eaten at, when she moved around in the city. She was recognizable, she couldn't decline that. Tall, long blonde hair, strong figure, there weren't many in Japan that matched such criteria, and the papers only made it worse.<br/><br/>Though, for now, she figured the best she could do was get ready for bed. It was still a bit early to go to sleep, but she could at least change and sit up, maybe play some games or read a few magazines she had generously spread over the floor of the apartment so there was always one within reach. The more proper explanation was that she could leave them out, and alas, she did. It was a stray spread between comics, science-stuff, cars and motorcycles, and dirty magazines. A little bit of everything to be fair. There had been days when she had just picked one of everything, though she normally threw out what she found directly boring, or felt no incline to further flip through later.<br/><br/>Granted, the minefield would remain, for the time being at least. She elegantly stepped between the numerous magazines and made her way into the bathroom, where she quickly tossed the day's attire into the laundry bin and stepped into the shower cabinet.<br/><br/>A fair 30 minutes later, she stepped out again. Her hair was nice and dry thanks to the hair dryer that the room was already equipped with. She'd tied it up into a ponytail, the length of it made it a pain to get it set up, but it felt nice in a sense, to have it a bit lifted up. The wildness her hair possessed earlier the day was still present, though a bit tied down by the bands pulling it up. It still left her with her consistently present heavy bangs swinging by the sides of her eyes, but little did it matter to her. She'd been on her way over to the underwear-drawer to pull out a pair of panties when she heard knocking on the door.<br/><br/>She had a moment of contemplation, though knowing the dorms were rather strictly kept male-free, including faculty, Akiyama figured it was probably fine, it wasn't like she had never been seen naked in the past. She opened the door halfway, half-hiding behind it, though going by her exposed shoulder, it was fair to assume her attire was lackluster.<br/><br/>Her eyes trailed over Megumi, but quickly jumped up to her head and she could notice the clear trails of tears, and the dampness of the blindfold. She let Megumi finish speaking, before quickly opening up her door.<strong>"Of course, come on in, just, uh, be careful where you walk, I'll need to clean up a bit..."</strong>She said, closing the door after she'd led Megumi indoors.<strong>"But first, let's get you cleaned up, alright?"</strong>She said. Her voice lacked the energetic tone it had possessed earlier the same day, it had been replaced by something caring, motherly almost. She slowly led Megumi into the bathroom. The fan was howling as it was trying to pull the moisture of the room out, though the room was still warm, and the air was still full of water. Akiyama refrained from asking questions and instead pulled out a hand-towel and had some water on one of the folded corners, proceeding to start slowly wiping away the trails of tears.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm going to remove the blindfold now, so just keep your eyes closed, okay?"</strong>She returned the hand-towel under the sink again, before using her other hand to slowly lift up the white leather, eventually pulling it aside entirely, and she started to move the towel over her eyes, jut softly tapping over it, all while her warm body rested against Megumi's back, using the mirror foggy mirror ahead of her for directions.<br/><br/><strong>"So, uh, something happened between you and th- your roommate?"</strong>Akiyama asked carefully. Having finished cleaning away the tears, she ran the entire towel under water and twisted it, proceeding to hang it up from one of the knobs of the cabinet under the sink.<br/><br/><strong>"You don't have to tell me though, but I'll gladly listen if you'd like. The main room is a bit messy, but just take a moment to catch your breath, I'll clean it up a bit and make your bed, alright?"</strong>The difference between how she had acted earlier and how she currently was acting was staggering. She'd gone from a shameless, energetic flirt, to someone sweet, caring, careful.<strong>"I'll let you know when I'm done, alright? I, uh, vaguely remember your powers, so removing the clutter that is there now would probably be for the best"</strong>She didn't wait for a follow-up message, and instead pulled back slowly, leaving the door open as the sound of her bare feet moving across the floor was the only thing filling the room as she graciously picked up the spread out magazines. She tried her best to categorize them while picking them up, but figuring it'd take too much time, she eventually just stacked them all up and left them on top of her drawers, before moving on to make the second bed. Having a spare one was proving to be useful already. She'd contemplated on pushing them together, but she figured the gap would be too noticeable to find it comfortable.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, I've cleaned up the room, do you want me to step aside so you can look around?"</strong>She asked while stepping back into the bathroom, only a small minute and a half after she'd left. The room itself was rather sizable, it was after all a two person apartment. Aside from the two stacks of magazines resting on top of one of the drawer modules, the room had a rather well sized television and a brand new game console pushed in underneath it. There was a closed silver-gray laptop on Akiyama's bed, the one out of the two that was noticeably used recently, and there was a bass guitar with a pair of headphones resting up against her wardrobe, but other than that, the apartment was rather plain. It had a small balcony that Amaya had used for nothing more than bringing in some fresh air, and she couldn't recall having ever stepped foot on it. There was an electric water kettle on a small table in the room, along with a few cup-noodles still in their wrapping, the kettle itself hadn't been used either, she'd only bought the noodle-packs thinking that she'd wind up eating it, though in the end, it'd remained alone for the time being.