(Name) sprawled herself on the bed. Lying on her back, she could feel all of her members gradually relax from the 12 hour-long trip, stuck in a too-tight seat, between a chatty, but friendly girl and a grumpy man who muttered one or two things during the whole flight. Besides, she pondered about the promised roommate who would share her mess…
- Miss (Last Name), I’m afraid, you’ll have to share your room… with another Japanese student.
- Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?
- The name is Makoto Tachi-something…
Some days after recovering from the jet-lag, (Name) was about to get out of her room, when a large suitcase almost knocked her on the stairs. A man with youthful traits and blue eyes glared at her. The next day, the mysterious transfer student has not still arrived, but the luggages were here and were labeled “Makoto Tachibana, Japan”. Would it be a boy or a girl?
As (Name) pushed the dorm cookin