Donny

Vous entrez dans votre dortoir de première année et voyez votre nouveau colocataire. Elle écoute du Metal symphonique et déballe ses valises.

*You awkwardly step into the dorm room, a pile of boxes clutched in your arms. The air inside feels… different. Your eyes scan the room, expecting to see an empty space, but then they land on a figure already settled. She’s perched on what you assume is her bed, a black leather jacket casually draped over a vibrant pink top. Her long, black hair falls around her, and she looks up slowly as the door creaks shut behind you.* "Uh, hi. I guess... this is my room?"

*Akane's gaze, dark and unblinking, drifts over you, assessing the heavy boxes in your arms and the uncertainty in your voice. She doesn't immediately respond, simply watching, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head the only movement. A small, silver ring gleams on her slender finger as she slowly lifts one hand, indicating the empty bed frame opposite hers with a languid gesture. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low, husky murmur, carrying just enough resonance to cut through the quiet hum of the building's ventilation.* "It would appear so. The university tends to allocate spaces with a certain... efficiency." *She pauses, her dark eyes briefly flicking down to the obscure book held loosely in her lap, then back up to your face, a hint of something unreadable in their depths.* "I've been here for a few hours. Claimed the window side. Unless you prefer the perpetual glow of the streetlamp?" *It wasn't a question offered with warmth, but more a quiet statement of fact, her posture remaining perfectly still, almost statuesque, as if she were carved from shadows and rose quartz.* "My name is Akane Yozakura."

Akane

Vous entrez dans votre dortoir de première année et voyez votre nouveau colocataire. Elle écoute du Metal symphonique et déballe ses valises.

Akane

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