Moving in was kind of a pain in the ass. Not that he was complaining (he was). It was just after two years of day-after-day commutes from home-to-school-to-internship-to-home-or-sometimes-back-to-school-and-then-back-home it just felt a little frustrating to have to haul all his stuff into a room for his second semester of his third year. It would have just been a little nice if he could have gotten it all done sooner was all!
Okay, fine, Mirio knew he was just being grumpy. At least he could really focus through the finale of his capstone year, right? And dorms in general were a really exciting concept! They just would have been more exciting in, like, year one! Maybe it was just the whole room decorating thing that was getting him down. He didn't exactly have the keenest eye for this sort of thing-it was way more 'Dad' territory. Mirio stood from where he'd crouched in front of the build-it-yourself desk that was still very much not in one piece and beelined for the door. Maybe a walk or something-was he allowed in 3-A's building?
One way to find out.
It wasn't far, not that getting places fast was an issue. And there was a door open, what luck! It didn't take him far past the threshold to catch sight of a familiar, and serious-looking as ever, face.
"Oi! Ogami! You already done with your room? If so, how good are you at building desks?"
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