When Hot and Hot are Together [hyper]

@"Hyperhurricane"

Erasthai was not pleased with this idea. He didn't want to have a roommate, he didn't want to be in a room with a stranger, he didn't want a stranger in the only place where he could take his glasses off and be okay. But his mother had insisted on it, saying he had to bear with a challenge like that so he could have more motivation to control his powers. As if stalkers were not motivation enough.

It was a little odd how he moved in during summer, but his mother also said it was best to familiarize himself with the place first. So there he was, right in front of the dorm room he was assigned to. He was standing there nervously, for a few minutes now, wondering what his roommate would be like, and if he'll be able to live with him. He breathed in slowly, and out, before fumbling on his glasses just to make sure they were on. Good. They were on. No trouble then.

After what seemed like forever, Erasthai finally struck the door with his right fist, his knuckles, but only very softly, just enough to be heard inside. For one moment, he made sure again that he looked presentable at the very least, even though he did hope his roommate wouldn't find him attractive. He wore a sky-blue low v-neck shirt and a black cardigan over it. Prussian Blue denim pants, and sneakers. He fumbled on his clothes for a moment. And then sighed. He was probably too on edge. But he can't help it.

Erasthai flinched. But the way he turned around, slowly, and the curious yet indifferent-looking stare he gave, made him look like he didn't just lose his cool being surprised like that.

He took note of, what he assumed, his roommate. The guy was shorter and more slender than him, and if they weren't in this context, he'd probably think the guy was a girl. A good looking one.

Why, one thing Erasthai could think of now was that this might be troublesome. If he's caught without his glasses.

"How fortunate that you came back with perfect timing then," he said, giving him a smile. He didn't want his newfound worry to show on his face. He stepped to the side, making way so his roommate could come in first. He didn't exactly have a key for himself just yet either.

"It's okay, my arrival was really a bit sudden. You couldn't have expected it, well, unless you have premonition." Erasthai chuckled lightheartedly as he followed this gorgeous person into their room, grabbing his bags with both hands.

And then he looked around, glancing at the fuller side of the room first. He smiled. It was really organized, despite the pile of papers, and he appreciated that because then he wouldn't have to worry about the room always being in disarray. And then he turned to the empty side of the room. His side of the room. There was a closet and an empty bed, and a small bedside drawer. That's all he needed, really. He walked towards his side and put down his bags against the wall, before sitting down on the bed with a long sigh.

"I haven't realized I was so tired..." he muttered. He smiled at June who was sitting on his own bed, face-to-face with him, repeating the name in his head a couple of times. "Honestly, I think the room's really neat, and nice. Name's Erasthai. But people call me Eros. Since it's shorter and... well... stuff."

If June wasn't going to ask, he wasn't going to talk about his whole "Eros" problem. About his glasses. That last one, though, made him worry more. He can't sleep not taking off his glasses. That would mean he'd always have to sleep later than June, and wake up earlier. Because he can't afford being caught without it. The fact that June was hot wasn't going to help.

"Ah, by the way," he snapped himself out, clapping his hands together. "Do we have rules here? I mean, between the two of us. I'm the newcomer, and I'm okay if you have rules for us."

Eros laughed awkwardly. He wasn't sure June meant that guess about his nickname, but his uneasiness showed when he shakily fixed his glasses on his nose. "Perhaps... Not really a good thing though."

He nodded at the rules, satisfied with all of it... except the last one. He wasn't exactly dissatisfied, more like he was bothered. "I... I don't do stuff like that, no worries," he said, looking away and touching his glasses again nervously. He meant it, whether his roommate was joking, teasing, or saying something more innocent. "Same goes for you. I can always hang out in the lounge... I think."

No, not really.

Eros flinched. Was he really playing with his glasses that much? "Sorry," a word casually came out of his lips as he absentmindedly removed his glasses and wiped them with the end of his shirt.

He wasn't minding the awkward joke anymore, he was just... feeling so tired all of a sudden. "I think I'll take a nap. Sorry, June. Travelling drained my energy I think."

He opened his largest traveling bag and brought out two pillows. Thankfully his bed already had a mattress and a linen, and he didn't have to set it up before getting some rest. He fixed the pillows where they should be and plopped down on his back, heaving another long sigh.
@"hyperhurricane"