#kousukke

Ayumi Shinozaki has been dropped, and Apartment #2, room 08 now has an open slot.

♚ } -  After living for over a hundred years in a forest, cut off from all communication, being forced into a large school was definitely uncomfortable.  Being told by a stuffed bear that you needed to murder someone to get out? Unbearable. Mary Kozakura had spent the last week covering alone in her room, the covers pulled over her head. This whole situation was beyond confusing!

The last thing the girl remembered was falling asleep on the table, one of her books leaning precariously off the edge of the desk. Upon waking, she had found herself in a strange room, with large bolts over the window, and crude drawings on the blackboard. This was enough to make Mary fly into a panic, so when she found that strange bear grinning maniacally in front of her, giving the despair ridden news with a horrible smile on it's face, it was enough to make Mary black out. So how on earth did she end up at a snow resort? And why were there so m-many people?!

In a rare moment of peace, when someone wasn't telling the poor girl to "lighten up and have fun!" or "stop whimpering for the love of god!", Mary found herself outside, standing barefoot in the snow, away from the crowds. How could everyone be so cheerful in this environment? Did they forget what the bear had said? Everyone was in danger! She barely noticed her feet turning blue from the cold, all she cared about was trying not to panic. It wasn't working.

She didn't even notice someone bumping into her, almost ending her into one of the snowbanks. She turned around, shaking a bit, to see who did it. Her eyes widened in shock. Huh? Did she know him? This person looked intensely familiar, but not in a bad way.

❝ Se- ❞

Wha? What was she about to say? Seto? Was that his name? How did she know? Strange. Why does he seem so familiar?

OH BOY

Horo has been dropped, and Apartment #1, room 05 now has an open slot.

 The arrival of particularly peculiar students was what had triggered a revelation in his mind. Ah, peculiar in the sense that Kano couldn’t shake the feeling he had seen them, spoken to them, sometime in his life. The images of their smiles and frowns, just the way they carried themselves… Yes, that was a lot to take in, to observe. But not quite enough, as it seemed.

Shuuya Kano didn’t forget things. Well, sure, many would come despite his dismay and claim the otherwise. Which was a half-truth, given your typical irresponsibility of particular items of importance. As was human nature; there was no stopping it. But such events that led him to wondering about the origin of some fleeting feeling of familiarity… Such a hole in his memory puzzled and frustrated him. But now, there was just the faintest glimmer of a missing piece, tantalizing him, calling out mockingly. And it mentioned one name, whispered it into his ear. Kousuke Seto. Kousuke Seto.

And so he sought out the boy he had internally labeled brave. And from their previous conversation—as he could decently recollect—Kano set his sights on one room in particular. The Greenhouse. Surely an animal lover like himself wouldn’t give up such a place. And ah- there he was now! And slipping on his glass mask of a smile—although it felt more… real? With the intent of greeting this boy who he began silently considering a friend.