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“Shit. Sorry.”
It seemed like city life stretched even from the crowded streets of Tokyo, all away to the bullet train (Y/N) was taking from Sendai, Miyagi prefecture. Seriously, weren’t businessmen suppose to be polite and reserved? Your expectations for this journey may have been through the roof, clouded by excitement of the prospects which lay ahead in the capital, but a cramped two-hour journey had not featured in your fantasising the night previous.
These romanticised thoughts however, helped you through the uncomfortable position you found yourself in, squished in between two men. Wasn’t there an option to prevent being in the middle seat? You couldn’t even move your elbows without nudging one of them.
Once the train had slowed to a stop, you were immediately freed from the constraints of your chair. The two men you had shared an endearing two hours with also wanting to leave the train as quickly as possible – with people flooding out the now open doors like a shoal of fish being emptied from a fishing net.
You were among these people, suitcase clutched in hand. Fresh air, finally.
You were here. Tokyo.
You glanced around, being knocked about like a ragdoll from those trying to catch their trains. Hopefully manners would make itself more prevalent once you had gotten out of the train station. So that was what you did. You followed the exit signs until you found yourself standing on a street. Wait – where were you? You had never been to Tokyo before, so you had no idea where your apartment was in relation to where you were now.
You take out your phone and put the address into the maps function. From what you understood, your roommate was already there. They had moved in a few days earlier for personal reasons. You didn’t want to ring them and ask how to get there though, you had to be independent. Figure things out for yourself. Thankfully, your phone was there to push you towards that independent direction, as the blue line from where you stood directed you to the apartment which would be your new home.
“Ten minutes.” You said to yourself. Walking down the pavement with a large suitcase following you from behind was a bit inconvenient to say the least, but you had to preserve money as well. Ordering an Uber would be a waste, in both money and time.
So, off you went. Attracting attention to yourself from the people who had lived here all their lives. Something you would have rather avoided, you hated sticking out like this. Blending in to the crowd was always a better option. Hopefully this would be the first and last time you would have to do this.
Subconsciously, your feet carry you faster in an attempt to escape the embarrassment you felt, and outside the apartment building you found yourself in what seemed to be more like five minutes instead of ten. The key card to the building was in your pocket, and in a swift movement you had brought it to the sensor – the doors opening, welcoming you to your new home.
The foyer to the apartment block was modern, sparsely decorated. An older man sat behind a desk, tapping away at a computer and paying no mind to who had just entered the building. Either, he was quite confident in his abilities to keep intruders out, or he didn’t care enough to make sure you lived here. Either way, you decided to avoid him for now. As you walked past, it would be made evident that the important thing he had preoccupied himself with on the computer was…solitaire. So, this was what the price tag of this place included. Brilliant.
An elevator was already waiting for you, like it had been expecting a new arrival. Inside you go, the door sliding shut in front of you as it ascended to the floor you had entered on the keypad.
Finally, you were here. Standing outside the door. There were only two apartments on this floor, your feet sinking in to the stylish carpet of the hallway as time passed. Were you nervous? Well, that was a natural response. Moving to a new city, moving to a city at all after your entire life of living in the countryside. Meeting your roommate for the first time. What would they think of you? What if you both didn’t get along?
A deep sigh left your lips, there was nothing you could do to change anything now. From what you had gathered from your stalking on the Internet, this person seemed nice enough – even if a bit narcissistic.
Before you could think about it anymore, you bring a key to the door, unlocking it and stepping past the barrier of your worries, letting the heavy wood fall shut behind you as you now stood inside.
Looking around – it was, tidy. Had they moved in yet? Maybe you had gotten the dates wrong. Realising how tightly you were gripping the handle of your suitcase you let go, looking down at the red mark which ran down the inside of your palm. You tentatively step further into the open plan living area and kitchen. There definitely wasn’t anyone here.
Feeling slightly relaxed by the fact that you were here by yourself for now, you took it upon yourself to walk into the living area and explore its contents. A TV hanging on the wall, an L-shaped couch made of grey fabric, a coffee table with a couple of books stacked on the glass. A wooden dining table with two chairs facing each other on either end, miscellaneous art work on the walls. On all walls apart from one. Along one of the wall’s furthest from the door was a window, allowing a view of Tokyo. This was what you were paying for. The sight was beautiful, even in the daytime – and a smile found itself on your face as you approached it, wanting to appreciate it in all its glory.
“Quite a sight, huh?”
Your eyes snap wide with fear, forgetting for a split moment that someone else did live here – and they were home, despite what you had thought.
You turn around quickly, wishing you had bettered your appearance before they had seen you for the first time.
Leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room, his arms crossed, was your roommate. He looked…different in person. For some reason, seeing him was not what you had expected.
Yet it was unmistakably him, you didn’t know anyone else with white hair.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, (Y/N). As you probably guessed, I’m your roommate. Gojo Satoru.”
He flashed you a smile, one which had been practiced – there was no other way it could have been as perfect as it was otherwise. His teeth almost as white as his hair – which was sitting down against his forehead somewhat messily. Despite that, it left enough space for his eyes to shine through at you. Bright blue orbs, almost inhumane in their colour.
So, such a person existed. This was the Gojo Satoru that you had stalked online for months previous. You knew he was attractive, but he knew it as well – this was why you didn’t give him the reaction, or attention he wanted. Maybe he had expected you to become a flustered and blushing mess in his presence for the first time, he had that expression written on his face. So, you smiled warmly at him and nodded your head. “Nice to meet you, Satoru.” You said, walking towards, then past him to retrieve your suitcase.
Whenever it was in your hand once more, you glanced up to see his slightly confused expression. You had been right; he had been looking for a reaction. His tongue swiped over his top row of teeth as his eyebrows remained slightly raised. He had pushed his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants by this stage, moving off of the wall he had been leaning on.
“I was planning to make you dinner, since it is your first night here, after all.” He told you, turning his body around to face you. He was taller than you had gathered from the other side of the room, almost looming over you as you both stood near the door.
“I’m alright, thanks.” You stated. “I can make my own food tonight. Maybe another time.” You told him, flashing him another friendly smile as you began to walk down the corridor. You could hear footsteps following you.
“Your choice.” He replied. “My bedroom is the one on the left, beside the bathroom.” He said, his eyes following you as you approached your bedroom door.
“Great. Thanks.” You opened the door, turning your head around to acknowledge him. “We can have a coffee later, so we know who we’re both living with.” You offered, feeling slightly guilty for rejecting his offer.
Gojo nodded his head once, a somewhat defeated look on his face still as he lingered in the doorway of his own room. He had to lean his head forward slightly so that he didn’t knock it against the doorframe. “Sure. Just text me when you’re about.” He said, and with that he disappeared into his room, closing the door behind him.
You repeated the action, facing your new bedroom. Finally, you were in a private space. As you tugged off your jacket, you couldn’t help but feel that Tokyo, and your new roommate, were more than you bargained for.
Hopefully, you would find calm solitude in your new job – of which, your first day was tomorrow.
Another defeated sigh left your lips. You would have to meet more new people, one of those being your boss. Maybe it had been the travelling, or the encounter you had just had, but you couldn’t even remember his name right now.
You walked over to your bed and flopped down onto your back onto the bare mattress, pulling up the email from your employer – knowing the absence of this fact that you should know would annoy you if you didn’t remind yourself.
You scrolled down to the bottom of the email, there it was. A small image of a rather serious looking man followed by his printed name and signature.
Your new boss, Nanami Kento.