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There's been some confusion for you see my roommate is....

Who: Natsuno Yuuki/Koide & Luvander
What: A meeting between roommates who will undoubtedly get along exactly like a house on fire.
Where: Their room.
When: Natsuno's arrival the the Institute.
Warnings: Luvander's verbal incontinence, the kind of chemistry that is likely to remove your eyebrows if you're not careful.

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Well, the attack on the school had made it blatantly clear that while life in the U.S. was indeed very different from what he was used to, Luvander would be a fool to be letting his guard down. He hadn't exactly been warned of the possibility of being attacked in the middle of the night, but there was a part of him that would probably always be prepared for that sort of thing, and he was able to take it in stride with relative ease. But, well, he wasn't going to be caught unawares again, was he?

Which was why he had made sure to stack up on weapons, such as he'd been able to find. There were the two large meat cleavers he'd used in battle. There was another knife he'd swiped from one of the attackers, something like a hunting knife if the sawtoothed edge on the upper part of the blade was any indication. There was even a gun, though it only had three bullets left and he hadn't been able to find any ammunition, so he's have to be careful with that.

All of these things were laid out on his bed at the moment, and his previous concern regarding bullets was the reason why, when the door was suddenly opened behind him, Luvander preferred to grab one of the knives instead. He sprang to his feet, the blade held rather nonchalantly as he sized up the stranger... and then he smiled in a relaxed fashion and flung the knife over his shoulder. It made a sproioioioiong kind of noise as it stuck in his bedframe. "I'm most dreadfully sorry - not to mention sufficiently embarrassed. That wasn't very polite, was it?" He grinned, as if waving knifes around was something of a faux pas on the same level as using a sallad fork for the main course. "But may I inquire what exactly you are doing here, if you don't mind?"

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Natsuno may have expected a few things when walking into the room.

Being greeted by a guy with a knife? Not really at the top of that list. Sure, he doesn't look very surprised (not as surprised as any being with common sense should when being faced with a weapon, anyway), but he's been shot at beore.. unfortunately stuff like this has become "another day that ends with a y" material.

So instead the purple-haired boy just ends up looking vaguely done with the situation (in two seconds, a new record time) by the time Luvander throws away the knife into the bedframe. Great, was this supposed to be his roommate? They did briefly mention one, but..

He sighs, heaving his backpack a little higher over his shoulder. "This is my room." Stated simply and plainly, at least. "They said this should be it, at least. Room 5. They were sort of short about it since they were so busy."

You know, not much time to fully take care of new people when they were still dealing with the after effects of the attack.

"Oh!" There was a fraction of a section when Luvander almost looked taken aback, but it passed incredibly quickly, once more replaced by that slightly worrying grin. He stepped aside slightly, as if suddenly aware that he was standing in the way of anyone actually wanting to get into the room properly, but still not enough to give the other boy that much personal space at all. After all, he was curious, and wanted a good look - and really, growing up among the Dragons didn't really give a person a great sense of other people's personal space in the first place.

"Now that you do mention it, I seem to recall someone saying something about roommates." That wasn't a lie so much as a very severe understatement. He had been very carefully warned that this was something that was bound to happen sooner or later, with the unspoken plea for him not to lose his shit when his space was suddenly invaded. It had seemed rather funny at the time, as if he was really that unstable, but he supppsed that waving knives around was the sort of behavior they'd wanted him to avoid.

Oh, well.

"I suppose that I've already made a mess of the first impression, then," he lamented with an obvious lack of sincerity. "My only hope will be to use my not inconsiderable charm to amend what I can. Oh, my name is Luvander, by the way. Luvander Páwa. What's yours?"

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The guy doesn't even do as much as bat his eyelashes at what the other is saying. If anything, it's almost as if he's ignoring Luvander's words completely, instead silently making his way into the room when at least some leeway is offered to do so. Despite the invasion of personal space, but he doesn't know yet just how much of a consistent thing that could be just yet. He's used to being inspected, to being gossiped about, to be seen as the new interesting thing.. it's not like he likes it - quite the contrary - but he's learned how to put up with it. For a day or two, anyway.

The only sign that he's even heard the other speak comes after he's unceremoniously taken the backpack off his bag and plopped it down on the floor with apparent little regard for the contents.

"Natsuno Yuuki. Koide. Choose whichever you like." As long as it's not his first name.. because he hates being called by that. Hence why he doesn't put as much emphasis on it. The only time when his dual surname usage comes in handy.

After the backpack he in turn plops down too - but at least on the bed that looks unused instead of straight onto the floor. And it's only then that he bothers to glance up at Luvander.

"... you can keep that charm to yourself though." Please don't make him deal with that, at least.

Luvander doesn't appear notably fazed by the other boy's standoffish attitude at all. It's not as if he's not used to that kind of personality; it's more accurate to say that he's pretty well versed in a number of different variations of it. It could be that his new roommate is like Ivory, all nerves on the outside, using distance as a way of dealing with too much anger and unpleasantness on the inside. In that case, Luvander would need to tread carefully, lest he'd be on the receiving end of a knife next time around. Or it could be more like with Illarion, who was painfully shy until she warned up to you, and who would act like kind of a stroppy bitch until then. But Luvander pegs him more as a Jeannot, someone who simply has very little patience for nonsense and for social structures in general, and thereby simply ignores everything he doesn't have the disposition to understand.

Either way, it doesn't matter. Luvander has never adjusted the way he interacts with people to suit the recipient before, and he sure as the Esarina's left tit isn't starting now.

"I'm afraid that will be entirely impossible, my dear. My charm is simply so vast that it's impossible for one person to keep to himself, no matter how valiantly he might try. Sooner or later it overflows if I try, and if you're not cautious, it could end up completely turning your head. It's much better if I expose you to safe amounts until you're more used to it. Don't worry, you're in the hands of a professional." He winks, elegantly folding himself onto his own bed. "So, Natsuno..." Regrettably, Luvander has not had much of a concept of last names since he was six, being used to referring to people either by their first names or by a nickname, and nothing more. "What's that charming phrase again? Oh, that's right: What are you in for?"

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Even though it has been a minute at best, Natsuno can't help but wonder if this person ever shuts up. Do they like the sound of their own voice that much or whatever? He already found the people back in Sotoba annoying enough, but this guy might just take the cake if he's always like this.. and since Natsuno is mostly only very expressive about his dislikes, he's already frowning as if he's pretty troubled here. Forget the bigger troubles back home, this is his main annoyance right now and its name is Luvander Páwa.

"You make it sound like we're in prison."

It's hard to tell if he doesn't want to answer for any particular reason, or maybe just because he's already annoyed at the guy, or if he likes being contrary for the heck of it.. but that sure is an avoidant answer, and he drags his backpack onto the bed (apparently he packed light) and starts to go through that. If not just so he doesn't have to look at the other guy. "And don't call me that." As if it's an offense just to call someone by their first name, okay, Natsuno..

If Luvander hadn't spent such a large portion of his life having people trying to make him shut up, perhaps the dismissive attitude would be more effective. But he has, and it isn't. He merely raises his eyebrows a little bit, amused even as he tilts his head and contemplates how best to reply. Not too seriously, since firstly, this guy is way too serious in the first place, and secondly, he doesn't like talking about serious matters much at all. But he doesn't have to be strictly dishonest either.

"Well, in a manner of speaking, couldn't you say that some people are? You know what I mean, right? Either their mutations are ridiculously volatile, or they're running away from something - very dramatic, that - or they simply have nowhere else to go." He shrugs lightly, leaving no indicator which of those descriptions, if any, actually fit in on him.

"Not that I'm rude enough to be trying to delve into your deepest, darkest secrets or anything like that - I am far more elegant when I go about acquiring gossip. I was merely trying to subtly inquire after your mutation. Apart from having outrageously pretty hair, do you do anything else?"

Luvander's already hit the nail more or less on the head in summing up those possibilities. It's just that Natsuno feels no need to confirm any of them, since he doesn't really like talking about his "deepest, darkest secrets" - as the other puts it.

And although the notion of gossiping has him sighing, it's something else that catches his attention more. The moment the words about his hair leave the other guy's mouth Natsuno's gaze snaps into full attention. First his expression is soemthing akin to surprise, and then he looks more as if he just tasted something very, very sour. What's up with this guy, huh?! That sounded like something Shimizu of all people would say, and that's just about the last thing he wants to think about right now. His cheeks may even faintly color for a moment at how it just came out of the blue before he manages to get his emotions in check enough to swallow it down and try to regain some of his dignity.

"Don't act like a moron." But even as he's saying that, he has no clue how to properly reply to something that weird on the inside, really..

"But.. if you really want to know, I guess you could call it super strength or whatever. I'm just physically strong."

At least he doubts saying that will give away anything embarrassing or anything he doesn't want to talk about - and maybe (hopefully) it'll make the other back off a little with his ramblings at least. "Satisfied?"

"You know, people keep saying things like that to me all the time. I know that it can be intimidating to meed someone as complex and fascinating as I am, but there's really no need to be like that about it."

It sounds like something only someone truly self-involved would say, except there's a hint of a smile there which suggests that Luvander really isn't taking anything he's saying very seriously at all. It's the way he's always handled every kind of social situation, whether it was being shown off in full dress uniform among the rich and the powerful, or bantering with the rest of his comrades, albeit with lesser or greater amounts of warmth involved. He lets himself talk and he watches and he notices everything.

Like that faint hint of a blush, of confusion turning into... what? Not revulsion, he thinks, but perhaps more like annoyed embarrassment? The blush is kind of fun, and Luvander can deal with some irritation, so he stores the knowledge away for later use.

"And that does sound fairly straightforward, yes. A bit strange, at first, but I think that's mostly personal. Of course guys can have mutations of that kind, not just girls." Okay, so maybe he shouldn't have said that; it sounds rather weird, in retrospect, but it's too late to overthink. "I suppose you could say I'm somewhere on the other end of that spectrum, in a way; that is to say, super strength is mostly used for offense, while I'm a defense kind of person."

There's something a little odd about the way he says it.. what, not just girls? Maybe he used to know some female mutants who had that power too? It's not like Natsuno's ever gotten to interact much with other mutants before now. He was too young back in the big city, and.. well, the chances of finding a mutant in Sotoba were just about as big as the chances of finding a piranha in your sink. Not very high. Vampires, sure, they were all over the place, but no mutants.

It's why he just sticks by that assumption for now, not bothering to question it. Instead he just stops rummaging through his belongings for a moment (his hands almost freezing on the spot) to shoot a very dry glance in Luvander's direction. "That suits a guy like you. I'm sure you need it a lot."

Isn't he just the most friendly and cheerful person around since the implication is 'people probably punch you a lot for the way your mouth keeps running'.. it's just the kind of cold shoulder attitude he gives to literally everyone, though. Especially at first.

"Oh, I do." The answer is flippant enough, but there is a hint of knowing to his grin which suggests that yes, he did understand the implication right there, and no, he's not going to rise to the bait. He's discovered long enough that when someone is trying to give you a hard time, the best way of annoying them right back is by not reacting to things like insults and the like. It drives people absolutely spitting mad.

"You see, I've always been surrounded by rather reckless and aggressive people. And while they can hardly do all that much to me, someone needs to be around to patch them up, see?" He smiles pleasantly, and then... then decides to demonstrate what he means.

Which is to say that he picks up one of the knives still on his bed and very calmly stabs himself right through the hand with it with a sickening sound. He winces, but pulls out the blade before there is too much blood, and the cut vanishes within seconds. "Like so~." Wow, Luvander, that is not at all a great way to make someone think you're absolutely insane. "It comes in handy quite a lot."

At first he just frowns a little when the other guy picks up one of the knives. Nothing too worrying in itself, just something to keep an eye on just in case, since it does make him feel maybe a little uneasy deep down..

But then Luvander instead decides to plunge it straight into his own hand. And while Natsuno doesn't freak out about as much as you'd expect any normal person, screaming and all, there's instead a muted kind of surprise (or maybe even worry, who knows) that passes over his face before he manages to get his expression back into check.

Because seriously, who just does that to themselves, being able to heal instantly or not?!

What a moron. He's rooming with a total moron who never shuts up. Why him.

He gets up from his bed, trying to pry the knife out of the other's hand the best he can. Almost as if he's silently saying Luvander's sure losing his knife rights here pretty quickly with those dumbass actions.

"Moron. Don't just demonstrate that, you'll kill yourself one day." Something of the tension seems to leave his shoulders though, and Natsuno clicks his tongue in annoyance. "At least it'd be quiet then, I guess."

There is a moment when Luvander's hand twists and his body tenses in instant response to years of training, combined with the input of someone trying to disarm him. For a moment he finds himself weighing the best way of unbalancing the other boy, compensating for super strength via blows to weak points, the best angle for twisting his neck-

And then he relaxes with a laugh, allowing Natsuno to take the knife from him. It's just battle craze, he's well aware. It wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't gone three whole months with nothing happening, and then he was suddenly tossed right into a battle and riding into the midst of a group of enemies on the back of a dinosaur. And then... then he's expected to act like a normal person again, even though he's fairly certain that regardless of where he is, normal isn't something he aspires to be in the first place

"It's very sweet of you to worry about me, especially since we just met, but there is really no need for concern. I am very well aware of where my limits are, and unless I cause severe damage to my internal organs in some way, or enough trauma that my heart gives out, there is very little I can not recover from. I have even regrown limbs, although I admit that this is not something I would ever do unless I had to." He smiles up at Natsuno, noting how in a strange way annoyance seems to make him feel more comfortable about the situation. Good to know. "So I will be around to delight and astound you with my dazzling conversation for a long time yet."

Even if Natsuno may not exactly be trained in combat - quite the opposite of it, really, but having just raw strength as your power tends to get you somewhere, at least - he can't really miss that split second of the other tensing up. Really, is he that protective of his weapons? Does he expect something to happen? Natsuno did catch rumors of some attack as he made his way into the school and when he waited at the administration and all, but.. geez. Talk about paranoid.

It's probably why he drops the knife back on Luvander's bed with the rest rather than taking it back with him when he moves to sit on his own bed again. Natsuno's a rude guy and more than just some people say he's cold as hell, but it's beyond him to take something that comfort another person away from them.

Unless said person is a rude jackass, anyway. But Luvander's more just an annoying jackass. Not quite there yet.

"Who says I'm worried about you. I just don't want them to think I did it." Because that's obviously the only reason. Obviously.

Natsuno tugs a little on his collar, widening it a little as he sighs.

"You'll at least let me sleep at night instead of going on, right? I haven't slept well in a while."

Luvander does indeed wonder idly if maybe the other boy had noticed that brief flash of a reaction there. He hopes not. It's awkward, in a way, to carry around such an obvious weakness on his sleeve. Hypervigilance, they had called it, and explained that along with a number of other habits of his, it is an extremely common affliction among war veterans. It's always worrying when people feel the need to assure you that something is perfectly normal. If nothing else, it's usually a good indicator that there will be people that don't agree.

Despite himself, he allows one hand to dart out and carefully shuffle the knives to the side, and then he might as well pick up the gun and stash it underneath the mattress. If he's casual enough about it, perhaps it won't come off as a sign of vulnerability.

"An upstanding, serious-minded creature like yourself? I can't imagine why anyone would think such a thing." It's nice, at least, that a charming smile comes easily to him regardless of circumstances, and he drapes himself a bit more comfortably over the bed. "And please do not fret about your beauty sleep - I have neither any particular reason, nor any inclination to disturb it. A true soldier gets his head down whenever he can, and I will have you know that one does not get as handsome and approachable as I am by missing sleep."

At least he gives Luvander one kindness, although it's impossible to tell if he's doing it on purpose or not - he doesn't bother to really pay much attention to the way the other guy stashes away his weapons. It could be that he just doesn't really want to pay more attention to the blonde right now, or maybe he's pretending to ignore it.. but at least when it comes to these things (when he manages to seem casual and indifferent rather than tsundere as hell) he's a little harder to read.

Instead he's just moving to sprawl out on his bed much like Luvander's lying down on his own, his back against the matress, letting out a deep breath.

"I'm starting to figure those will be the only blessed hours of quiet I'm going to get."

It's an idle comment though, more mumbled (but still audible) than said as his eyes glance over to the door. Ah.. it's no good, is it? Even though he's no longer in Sotoba, even though he's telling himself he put that all behind him.. it's still as if he can just imagine Shimizu standing right behind their door, as if he can still feel her eyes boring into his mind.

What a pain. Maybe Luvander's babble may actually be good for distraction, in that case. Who knows how long it'll be before he's able to shrug off that paranoia.

It's probably why he's half-cursing himself for actually making conversation further, even if he's not looking at Luvander. But it's better than just lying here and thinking. "You're a soldier?"

"I think that's unnecessarily pessimistic. I'm sure some of the lessons will be fairly quiet and calm - and there's always the library." He speaks idly, and it's fairly obvious that he's not particularly serious even about teasing Natsuno in the project. It's true that Luvander can keep prattling endlessly about everything and nothing, there are times when he actually enjoys silence and rest as well.

He makes a small grimace at the ceiling, because he probably should have chosen his words with more care, but then again... Well, Natsuno was going to share a room with him, so he was bound to notice some habits of his which might seem a bit strange to most people. So he might as well be honest with him - at least to a certain degree.

"I'm not a soldier," he replies, propping his cheek on his hand and watching the other boy a bit more solemnly. "However, I used to be one." He's aware that it probably sounds strange coming from someone who is fifteen years old, but it's not like he can help that. "I don't think you're the type who would sneak up behind me or do things like that, so I don't have to warn you about that. But that's the reason I am keeping all these weapons around. I hope that isn't too worrying?"

For a moment he contemplates whether it'd be worth spending time in the library - the quiet might be nice, but on the other hand, if he's going to keep feeling paranoid like hell.. well, it may actually not be that much better than listening to Luvander prattling on about whatever topic may be on his mind at any given moment (Natsuno's fairly sure he won't run out of those soon).

At least he doesn't give much of a reaction at the statement that the other's a soldier. Maybe it's since he's lying there on his bed with his eyes closed for a moment, or maybe he just really isn't that surprised.. they're a school full of weirdos, after all. And it's not like his own backstory is all that normal thanks to that stuff that started a couple of months back. So he answers calmly. "Not really." He doubts Luvander's going to try and kill him in the middle of his sleep, else they wouldn't let him stay here at the school to begin with..

Natsuno moves his arm up idly waving it in the other's direction a little. "Do what you want."

About the weapons, that is, okay. Don't get any funny ideas about what he just gave permission for.

"Just give me permission to use them too if anything weird pops up."

Because even if he has super strength, just plainly ripping off a head or something like that is pretty gross. Even by Natsuno's standards.

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I am vastly sorry for this awful dork already /face in hands

sssh, he's perfect. even if natsuno won't agree

He is clearly just being tsun, right? Riiiiight.

being tsun is his speciality, tbh

We have clearly found his secondary mutation

super strength and super tsundere.. it's a fearsome combination

...better than combining it with being super yandere, at least O.o

he knows a yandere, that counts, right?! no need for there to be two.. thank god..

Luv and Natsuno can bond deeply over being surrounded by crazies?

they'll probably end up deeply bonding over a lot of things.. who said he ever wanted to care!!!

lol like he has a choice. you think it's bad now, wait until bonding over dead friends happens.

no way back...

/muffled "Point of no return" playing in the distance

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