[url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s0TMib7Ct3tY]"Hurry up. We are going to be late."[/url] Hiro snapped at his driver, folding his arms and huffing slightly as he peered out of the car window, foot tapping impatiently. They had been driving for at least an hour in order to get to the academy and Hiro was starting to question whether that nagging sensation in his stomach was simply boredom from the long drive or whether he was actually nervous about starting a new school. He tried to distract himself by judging the bystanders on the pavement, a personal favourite past-time of his, but was struggling to keep focus. He had spent all night deciding which of his precious possessions he would bring with him. He had seen pictures of what constituted as a room at the Academy, which was at least a quarter of the size of his room at home, and knew he only needed to bring the most important things. Of course, there was his clothing and his laptop (top of the range, naturally) but he had trouble narrowing down his collections of gadgets and electronics. He finally settled on simply bringing a nice set of speakers wired to a docking station for his iPod that he had built himself and a mixing board that he messed around with when he was truly bored. It wasn't much, but he knew he could survive living the student life, part of him even believed it would be an 'adventure'.

After what felt like an eternity in the car and a short strength unpacking his bags from the car, Hiro finally found himself walking into the main building, carrying more baggage than most of the new students. He had penned his dorm number on the back of his hand in case he forgot, but he had spent the last week drilling it into his mind. Hiro's eyes darted across the courtyard as he took large demanding strides across. Unsurprisingly, the school's populous mostly consisted of what Hiro considered 'artsy types', the kind that looked unclean, uncivilized and would most probably spend their adult days serving coffee or whatever. In his mind, he was certainly the most civilized of the bunch. He walked proudly, aware of a few people looking his way as he strode through the doors like he owned the joint, to be perfectly honest, Hiro adored the attention.

After ten minutes or so of navigating the building based on a recollection of a map he had glanced at, Hiro eventually stood within eyesight of his dorm room's door. He hadn't considered the fact that there was a chance he would have a roommate, the idea of which made him shudder. The rooms were going to be small enough, let alone sharing with someone else. The idea of someone else, using Hiro's things without his permission? It was quite possibly the scariest thing he had ever had to deal with. With a deep breath, Hiro took a confident stride into his new room and allowed himself a sigh of relief. There were two beds, but for now they were both empty. Hiro tossed his things onto one of the beds (of course, the nicer one) and began to unpack, starting by setting up the expensive speakers he had brought with him