One does not kiss people hello here.

For his almost first time all alone without his mom, Gwenaël felt like he did quite well. Not that he'd voice it; he was, after all, a real man, and like most teenagers his age, felt like he knew everything and didn't need any dumb adult to guide him. Still, in this case, it had been quite a scary leap he'd taken in the unknown, and he was glad to be “home”. Well, to reach his dorm room anyway. It wasn't really home; home was a small stone cottage with a view on the stormy sea, complete with the heavy rain that often fell on his corner of Brittany and a cup of his mother's hot chocolate snug in his hands.

Though it had only been about two days since he left said home, and he had a feeling it was much too soon to feel nostalgic of it all. No, right now, what he had to do was claim this dorm as his own new place and make himself as cosy as he could in it. He'd taken quite a lot of stuff with him to make sure that would happen. Since he'd wear a uniform here (yuck, that was definitely not cool- though then again nobody would judge his clothings choice and call him a… country pumpkin, was it? Something to do with vegetables at least. English slang was an odd thing.), he didn't bother bringing too many clothes, just a few of his favourite pair of pants and shirts and jumpers. Which meant he had a lot of place left in his pretty big suitcase for all sort of posters and his laptop and other things he couldn't survive without.

The young man was aware he'd have someone to room with- as a matter of fact, he'd been told he'd move in with someone who'd joined the academy already. Which was very exciting since it sounded like a very cool situation he'd see on tv, and also scary- what if the roommate was not cool, or didn't get along well with him? He had to take a breath before his anxiety levels raised to the point something embarrassing would happen- like him going invisible, good luck explaining the door opening all by itself. Still he managed to keep his angsty emotions under control as he fumbled to get in, before looking around curiously, unable to hold himself back. Apparently the excitement of moving in had won against the anxiety.

Pulling his suitcase behind him, he fully stepped in, deciding to try and look confident and friendly. First impressions were very important after all. Part of that involved noticing the guy he presumed would be his dorm-mate, walking right up to him in big strides, leaning in and invading his private space by kissing him on both cheeks with a smile. It was such a normal part of his previous everyday life he hadn't even considered the possibility of it not being a regular greeting for anyone who didn't live in France.

It didn't last very long of course, a few seconds of him being uncomfortably close at most. Once again in an attempt to look cool and not like the big dork he actually was, he smiled and introduced himself.

“Hello! I am Gwenaël, from Bretagne, and I live here now! You are my dorm mate?”

In English too, because that was what he'd expected everyone to speak here- even if his grasp of the language wasn't always the best, and pretty oddly accented. The other guy didn't really look French so there were little chances he'd understand him if he tried that- never mind his local dialect of breton.

The young man felt pretty pleased with himself, as he felt like he'd done well in looking like he was a cool, chill, friendly dude who knew what he was doing, and not an anxious kid who'd spent all his time on the plane ride over here rehearsing what he was meant to do upon meeting new people.
@Emy

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His new dormmate's quiet horror at having his private space invaded had been so discreet Gwenaël hadn't noticed a thing. He was used to much stronger ways of disagreeing with things, and his upbringing had told him that this was a perfectly normal thing to do after all. Maybe once he got to know him a little, he'd be able to pick up some clues, but as of right now, he was in a blissful state of ignorance. Which probably was for the best, as he'd probably be mortified otherwise, which had pretty annoying consequences on him generally.

Also wow, it was the first time someone bowed to him! What a strange, unique way to go. It was a bit embarrassing as he was just- well, himself, a random 15 years old guy who's only big accomplishment in life was fishing a huge conger eel with his grandpa once. That had been a good time. Anyway that bowing thing felt odd and he had to restrain himself from reaching out and pulling him back in a normal position; thankfully it didn't last too long.

He'd spoken oddly too, and his name was very strange to him, though it was kind of pretty. He hadn't really been exposed to foreign cultures much before, out of the general media from England or the US. He did read that naruto manga everyone in his middle school loved though, and Yuzuru sounded like the name of a ninja in it. So Japanese probably. His knowledge of Japan was fairly vague- they had robots stuff going on there, samurai he'd heard of, geisha and those cool martial arts… And probably a lot more things. He kind of wanted to ask all sort of questions about it now, though that'd very likely be rude and make him look like a dork.

“Nice to meet you too, Yuzuru! Are you from Japan?”

The last part of his name probably didn't sound exactly like it should- that r sound was complicated to make, but he'd tried his best. He was fairly sure his own name would be a mouthful too. He didn't stop smiling, generally feeling pretty happy this was going so well; sure, he didn't know anything much about his roommate out of his name and general appearance (he was so small! And that was an interesting hair color, and his eyes too were kind of cool!), but he still looked nice.

Now that he thought of it, he'd never really had tea either. His mom loved coffee, and he himself had a thing for hot chocolate- though he probably wouldn't admit it since it was kind of a childish thing. The offer was a good opportunity to try a new thing, which led to him nodding enthusiastically. If he didn't like it, at least he could say he tried it.

He quickly gestured toward his suitcase before speaking up again, pretty happy he'd learned the English word for suitcase in the airports on the way here, as it came in handy.

“I put my suitcase in a corner and then we drink tea, okay?”

He really just wanted to make sure it wasn't in the way, it was fairly big and annoying to walk over after all. And then maybe he'd know where his bed would be and be allowed to start adding all his posters of his beloved home to the wall over it. Sounded like a plan; tea, making friends with his roommate, then settling in.

That said he suddenly remembered something, quickly opening a pocket on the outside of his suitcase before digging inside it. His mom had insisted on it- he was kind of a guest at the academy, and it was only polite to bring a gift to thank them for welcoming him. His roommate specifically had been nice enough to accept letting him live with him, so it was a good idea to bring him something. It didn't take long for him to offer the other boy a small, nicely wrapped bag full of what appeared to be candies; more specifically, salted butter caramel.

With yet another smile, though this one was a little more bashful since he wasn't too good at giving presents, he quickly explained.

“This is a present because I am a guest. Thank you for having me over.”

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