Micho's parents had him to the academy early that morning, sent him off with stiff farewells and commands to perform well and focus. He'd lugged his baggage up to his dorm with minimal cursing and soon enough had gotten to work turning his half of the room into his new home. His impact wasn't all that noticeable really; a plain set of navy sheets, his [url=http://cheapviolinstore.com/images/Black_Electric_Violin.jpg]practice violin[/url] and a wire stand resting in the corner, his real violin tucked safely under his bed a backpack and set of books resting at the end of it. The main focus, however, was the monster of a computer seemingly merged with his desk. A dual-monitor setup clamped to the desk with the tower tucked away underneath, mechanical keyboard with letters glowing blue, a small electric keyboard and a set of large headphones hanging over the back of the chair. Despite the complex setup, however, everything was acutely organized, not a sock sticking out of the drawers, not a paper out of place.

Michio now stood in the middle of the room, surveying his unpacking job to see if he missed anything. His eyes roved over the digital clock on his night stand, and noticing the time he pulled his phone out to fire off a quick text to Tatsuya. Hopefully she hadn't overslept, or gotten carried away packing.

[center][i][b]Up and at 'em, don't want to be late. Text me when you get here, yeah?[/b][/i][/center]
Text sent, Michio scanned the room again, just now noticing how quiet it was. Muffled conversations floated through the walls, boys laughing and arguing over space, things that could be expected. But there were no clicks of registers, no constant classical tracks buzzing in the air, no bells from opened doors, no customers seeking guidance. Taking a deep breath, Michio closed his eyes, relishing the relative normalcy of it all for as long as fate would let him.
 
[i]"Ah, you must be Ueno Michio. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Tsukino Yorushi."[/i]

As it turned out fate could be a real bitch sometimes, Michio remarked as his new roommate strode in. Nonetheless, he smiled and bowed curtly, a slightly out-of-place formality, but a greeting all the same. 

"Call me Michio, and the pleasure is all mine." He said, straightening to his incredible height once again. "Tsukino Yorushi? The name sounds familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" On the same vein of thinking, he quickly fired another text off to Tatsuya.

[center][i][b]Hey, I think I'm rooming with your friend. You've mentioned Tsukino Yorushi haven't you? Or am I losing my mind again?[/b][/i][/center]