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          he scavenges through his pockets one final time just to confirm his fear. before starting university, he’d always thought : “ that could never be me. ”. oh, how wrong he was. whether it’s due to lack of sleep, his mind overworking through political essay, or the rush out the door to make it to the student store before it closed for the night, rantaro couldn’t be sure. a combination of everything, probably. but regardless of the reason, the result is the same: he’s without his room key. and he knows his roommate isn’t there to let him in, either, because the person in question stands next to him, his own bag of goods in hand.

          he had received the first message as his last class had let out for the day: ‘ uneven ground! place on a flat surface ’. at first, it wasn’t something that bothered him too much. between their four little robots, one was bound to get caught on their entryway mat at some point during the day. with a shrug, rantaro closed out the error message as he made the trek across campus to the dorms. he was sure that kokichi would take care of the problem once he realized one of their robots was stuck.

but then the second notification came: ‘ drop off detected! move to a new area! ’. rantaro’s brows twitched. drop off ?? even if caught on a RUG, the sensors shouldn’t say drop off. even more unnerving was the fact that this alert had come from one of their OTHER robots. not only that, but . . . rantaro inhales sharply and quickens his pace. he can see their dormitories now. he breezes through the door, giving the person at the desk a quick greeting before taking the steps, two at a time, up to his room.

the door is cracked open. oh no. rantaro pushes the door open the rest of the way, concerned eyes befalling his roommate. 

extremely exhausted starters. //

there’s one, big lesson rantaro has learned quickly since he’s arrived at university: even the strongest of minds can be overcome with exhaustion ─ even those who think “ it’ll never happen to me! ” can become a victim, overestimating how much they can take on in a single, or sometimes even a few, nights. it was only a matter of time before rantaro experienced it personally. 

it takes a few moments to register the words being spoken to him. actually, it takes a few moments to register anything at all. it’s not long before he’s piecing together what happened. he remembers kokichi announcing that he’d be heading to the student store and would be back soon ─ specifically, he mentioned that he wouldn’t be taking his room key since rantaro was studying and could let him back into the room. rantaro had been the one to offer it despite being told numerous times that he looked like he would pass out at any moment. “ i’ll be fine, ouma-kun. don’t worry. ” he had insisted and, oh, how wrong he’d been. at first, he’s not quite sure how his roommate got back in but he quickly recalls the other’s lock picking skills. he’d warned kokichi not to do it again but he’s quick to realize that it was the only option, considering he was asleep and unable to hear the knocking on the door. 

a firm hand on his shoulder is what ends up rousing him back to consciousness. slowly, his head raises from his desk. papers scattered about, jostled and scattered from when he leaned forward and slipped into a surprise nap. there’s a book on the floor, presumably knocked over by rantaro’s own elbow. a cup of water sits dangerously close to the edge of his desk, threatening to spill over at any moment. the notes he’d been in the middle of taking had eventually become incoherent scribbles and his laptop had numerous tabs open from where his hand had fallen against the keyboard. overall ─ a huge mess. 

“ this is what happens when you over exert yourself ~. ” kokichi’s usual, sing - songy voice fills the room. but it’s not taunting and, in fact, perhaps there’s a touch of concern there . . ? rantaro isn’t sure. everything’s still a haze. he’s quite for a few moments, rubbing sleep away from his eyes. apparently, he’s moving too slow, apparent as kokichi leans down to collect the book that had fallen to the ground. finally, he’s able to collect himself.

“ no, no ─ don’t trouble yourself, please. ” he insists, “ you’re right. i must not have realized how tired i was. ” as if his body is agreeing with him, a yawn escapes the boy. he accepts his book from kokichi, feeling both guilty and embarrassed. 

“ guess your lock-picking skill do come in handy. ” he admits wearily, “ i’ll … stop for the night. ” finally, he moves from his desk, moving straight for his bed. “ sorry for the trouble, ouma-kun. and thanks. you get some rest, too. ”

            “ so what exactly do you guys even do in board games blackwood? ” they hadn’t meant for it to come across as pretentious as it did, but, well, they’ll roll with it. “ obviously play board games, but... is that it? ”

   “Oh crap.”

   When Jaune had FINALLY made his way back to the male dormitories, sweat still on brow from dance practice, and legs feeling as if they’d crumble out from beneath him, the only thing he wanted to do was relax. To kick his feet up, pull out a comic book, and zone into his own little World for the rest of the afternoon; oh, it sure sounded like heaven, and each agonizing step back to his dorm was looked forward to knowing that joy was to come.

   Well--...it was SUPPOSED to, anyway. When pushing the door to his dorm open, his roommate wasn’t in sight, which was not out of the ordinary given the time, but what was odd, was the fact that something else was missing. Something that really should not be. The cage that sat stationary at the side of Jaune’s bed was left ajar, the mesh covering that kept it enclosed was only covering half of the tank, and instantly, did the Arc know he had made a mistake.

   “Crap. Crap crap crap--!”

   He’s positively FRANTIC, dropping to his knees to look beneath each bed and dresser, tossing off blankets and pillows, and shaking out book-bags in hopes that a little someone would show himself. Nothing. No sign of any creature was left, and with a swift turn, Jaune’s eyes are fixated upon the door and the room beneath that one could possibly slip out and escape from. Without much thought, Jaune rushes back out into the hall to begin looking, but with his eyes low, he finds his body crashing into another in his haste; but before an apology arises, his voice slips out in fright, and arms grasp onto the other boy’s shoulders.

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Welcome to Blackwood, Kokichi!

You will be housed in the male only floors, in a double room. Your assigned roommate is Rantaro Amami, as requested. As stated, you will be majoring in Theatre. We hope you enjoy your time here!