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[b]Dorm Kitchen[/b]
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Hitomi called it a guilty pleasure of hers to wear laced underwear and metal band shirts. It was a bit weird to think of Hitomi seeming different then she looked. Hitomi had a fair bit of cuteness on her so she didn't completely expect her to have such sexy underwear and love metal. Tomoe felt a bit ashamed that her style in underwear hasn't changed over the years. Should she steal some of Hitomi when she wasn't looking? Tomoe her nose started to bleed lightly at the thought of wearing such things. Swiftly she wiped the blood away with both hands not to make Hitomi all too inconspicuous about her.

Hitomi told something quick about herself and seeming for her words this was not her first year here? Curious. Tomoe would ask her later about it again. Furthermore pretty normal like any normal high schooler. Tomoe was in love of the fact she liked the room clean and could cook. She has to strengthen this relationship so Hitomi would take care of her so that Tomoe could be even lazier.

[Center][color=ed145b]"You sound like a mom figure. I want to taste your cooking, pretty please.[/color]"[/center]

Tomoe asked Hitomi about being proper roommates in which Hitomi cheerfully reacted and put her arm around the shoulder of Tomoe getting her a bit off guard. Tomoe put up a smile though seeming happy with the result. Tomoe then realised she had to tell her about her quirk, otherwise it would seem a bit weird to sleep all day.

[Center][color=ed145b]"Oh, Hitomi-chan. I have to tell you that my quirk makes me sleep lots, that is why my bed looks so different, it is a bit more expensive. Don't worry though, if you think I sleep too much it that is only natural for me. Don't mind making noise either when I'm sleeping or wake me when you need something during any time. Even wanting to chat is plenty of reason to wake me."[/color][/center]

Tomoe gave Hitomi a cheerfull smile before standing up waiting for Hitomi to do the same so they could get some food. Tomoe then led the way to the smell of the food.

Upon arriving there were a few people around the kitchen with most of them cooking together. Tomoe sniffled the air around her to try and guess what they were making but it was of no use she couldn't guess apart from the strong smell of mustard and pickles. Tomoe moved closer towards Acion until she was right behind him and poked out her head past his side to see what he was doing.

[Center][color=ed145b]"Nani nani? What are you making?"[/color][/center]

Tomoe her vision was fixated on the weird looking pickles on the board in front of Acion. Tomoe tilted her head in curiousity. They looked like pickles but something has happened to them. Like they weren't pickles anymore. Tomoe wanted to try one. She poked her hand out towards the board and snatched one of the pickles off of it. Like a trashcan her mouth opened wide up as she threw the pickle into it in one go. Tomoe nommed down on the pickle not expecting the pickle to be filled with sauce mix. It was pretty weird but it wasn't bad to her taste. Tomoe just liked sweeter stuff.

[Center][color=ed145b]"Are we doing russian roulet? I think I got the bad pickle."[/color][/center]

With a bit of a weirded out face she spoke again being unknown of Acions depression to his mismade pickled she went on seeming quite serious with he reaction and confused at what was happening. Tomoe stepped away from Acion and glanced for a moment at what the others were doing. Her vision immediatly locked onto a fresh bag of cookies once she saw it near Yashiko. Stars beamed in her eyes as she mad direct course for the cookies seemingly belonging to Yashiko. With begging puppy eyes she looked up at Yashiko, a sweet innocent voice softly sounded from the small girl.

[Center][color=ed145b]"Are you willing to share one of your co-cookies with me. Pretty pretty please! Yo-you can have this u-um, Hitomi for a cookie!"[/color][/center]