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Yuuji thinks he broke a rib.
Okay, maybe not, maybe he's being dramatic, but by the fourth hit this plant-woman-thing (that somehow has very nice abs) has hit him into the wall hard enough for him to start coughing blood, he has a sneaking suspicion.
And when his arms shake when he stand, his suit stretching over the ugly marks of purple the plant-woman-thingie has spouted out of her wounds, he groans, annoyance.
Yet, he gets back up.
"Are we done yet?" he says, checking his watch. He has to be home to pack for college in about 8 and 1/2 minutes or Nanami is going to be very, very upset with him.
Plant-woman-purple-spouting-blood-thingie scoffs at him, shooting another one of her tendrils towards him. He yelps, caught mid swing as it wraps around his ankle, suspending him mid air.
"No, little bug, but we will be soon," plant-woman-tendril-weird-purple-kinda-thing says, and he just hangs there for a second, letting out a heavy sigh and massaging his temple. "You were foolish to challenge me presently. I, easily, have defeated you."
"Challenge? You can't just throw a car at a random civilians head out of no where and expect me not to do something," Yuuji says, coughing suddenly as something dry crawls in his throat. "God, do you smell that too?"
"Foolish, once again," plant-lady-im-running-out-of-things-to-call-you-in-my-head says as Itadori rubs his throat, coughing once again, and seizing inward.
Ah, yep, now he sees it, the faint purple gas-like chemical pouring out the flowers in her middle. Quickly, he twists out of her hold, (tendrils hold? wrap? grasp? whatever—,) landing swiftly on his feet and totally not twisting his ankle painfully.
"Alright, this is getting kind of old, be leaf me," Yuuji says very very seriously, then coughs once again, laughing.
Plant-woman stares at him like she hadn't even understood a word he said. She probably didn't.
Yuuji coughs. "Anyway."
She ends up wrapped in webs, her arms pinned to her sides at weird angles and her tendrils twisted in all sorts of ways, suspended by his rope.
Even if he did cough up a lung on the call with the police station, it didn't matter, because he could finally get the fuck out.
Getting the fuck out of course meant a flick of his slightly twisted wrist and swinging away from Ms.Buff-Plant-Lady, (official name now to him,) and almost, almost accidentally flashing Nanamin with his suit and ruining a couple good years of trust.
He quickly pulls on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt out of his backpack, stumbling up the stairs of the near-empty apartment complex that he lived in, trying (key word, trying,) to get his shoes on and tied before the clock hits 6:00.
Knowing his luck, he fumbles with the keys and unlocks the door precisely 2 minutes late.
Okay, sure, it's not like Nanamin was a strict dad or anything, for as long as he could remember, he had been fairly tame even as he was fresh out of the orphanage.
However, when he does go away in about 5 days to college of all things, and hasn't even started to pack...
He suspected at least some sort of scolding from Nanami, even if he was only 2 minutes late.
Okay, wait, make that 3.
He closes the door as quietly as he can behind him, making sure to lock it, and does his very very best to creep past the kitchen without a noise.
And he almost does, almost, Nanami too caught up tapping away on his work computer to notice, when he steps on his untied shoelace.
He makes a loud "wah!" sound and lands with a comedically loud thump. He hears Nanami's tapping stop.
"Yuuji?" he hears his call from the kitchen table.
This is how he finds himself in his current predicament, head bowed in front of Nanami, shoulders slumped.
It totally wasn't like he had been avoiding this conversation at all, not like he had been avoiding Nanami himself. Not like he knew the more he waited the worse it got.
"Have you packed yet?" Nanami says, and he doesn't know why he's asking, Yuuji is sure he already knows.
"Um. Yeah," he says, rubbing at his arm, then sticking up a thumb, his grin a little crooked. "Just a couple last things left! Man, i'll probably be done tonight!"
Nanami blinks at him, unamused. "Yes," he says, under his breath. "Of course. Just make sure it's done by Friday."
"Yeah! Of course Nanamin!"
"We will be leaving very early to beat traffic, 4:00 AM early, so please be ready."
"Got it boss!"
Nanami just gives him one more hopeless look before sighing, standing to briefly place a hand atop Yuuji's head, before disappearing into the living room.
Yuuji escapes to his room, scrambling to tug his clothes over his head and hissing as he stretches a wound on his arm.
He changes into more comfortable clothing before anything else, throwing his suit under the loose floorboard that he hides most of his things in.
Pulling out the first aid, he cleans it out with just a little antiseptic, then slaps a bandaid over it and hopes for the best.
Pfft. He's spiderman. Spiderman doesn't get big boo-boos.
He heals fast anyway.
He does end up packing, shoving most his clothes into 2 big suitcases that were bigger than his head.
He decided to leave most of his stuff here, collectable figures that were still in the box, manga shoved half hazardously into his shelf, stuffed animals way to big to ever fit in his suitcases.
(of course, he still brought a couple. he couldn't leave his precious kirby's all alone.)
Yuuji isn't sure he'll miss it much in Sendai, I mean, sure, he grew up here, but it's not like he has many friends.
Well, of course he does. He's spiderman. Though, none of them really click much, well, other than Nobara.
Nobara has been his friend since the 4th grade, and also his number one bully since the 4th grade. He hates to sound cringy, if not for a better word, but she's his number one, like, ever. If not for her, he probably would have been dead in a ditch 3 years ago when this all started.
Nobara and him would be seeing each other one last time (okay, that sounds really dramatic, neither of them are dying, calm down,) before he leaves for college to study math way to complicated for him to explain.
Originally, (before the whole spider thing,) Yuuji had planned to become a firefighter. It sounded like his thing, being useful, helping people, saving people in the heat of the moment, pun intended.
After he got bit though, he decided it would be far too demanding, and went to something he understood way too well for a dumb kid like him. Maths.
But besides the obvious visits around holidays and surprise trips, they wouldn't be able to see each other that much besides face time and texting.
To say Yuuji was sad was an understatement.
He hadn't really been away from her much at all in the time he's known her, and he was not looking forward to it.
And god, if his skin goes back to the way it was before he met her with all her cleansers and face masks, he really doesn't think he's gonna be ok.
But as he finishes packing, Yuuji knows the full extent won't hit him till he's hugging Nanamin one last time before going away. (okay, that's also dramatic, Nanami will be coming back a week in to check in with him, but still.)
Nobara, even though she's still here, her loss has already started to hurt. He misses her, her dumb hair masks included.
Shoving all his luggage into the corner of his room, he flops down onto his bed. He's taking blankets from here, duh, but left them for the time being.
And his cut hurts, and he still hasn't told Nanami goodnight yet, but his eyes are so heavy and his body is so tired, he falls asleep right then and there.
—
"Yuuji Itadori!"
A loud voice jolts him out of his sleep, and he shoots up, looking around, hands already put in fighting stance.
"What! What— what's happening, who's hurt, huh?"
"No one, idiot, put your spidey senses away," Nobara says, thwacking him over the head as he falls back down into his bed. "You were supposed to pick me up 40 minutes ago for brunch, dingus. How overworked are you, jeez?"
Yuuji rubs his eyes, blinking away the sleep. "Wha— oh shit!" he exclaims, shooting up once again. "Crap, shit, Nobara, I'm so sorry, I was just so tired last night and I was packing and I forgot to set an alarm, and awh man, awh crap, I totally ruined it didn't I? I'm sorry man, I'll pay you back, we can reschedule right—"
"Oh my god, shut up," Nobara says, sighing, "It's whatever. I'll just make you pay for my shopping today, to make up for it."
Pushing at his shoulder playfully, Yuuji sighs in defeat. Yikes. That'll be a hit to his wallet, but nothing he doesn't deserve.
"Yeah, okay," he says, rubbing his eyes. "I deserve that. Man I really am sorry."
"You should be," she says.
He melts back into his bed, still beat from yesterday. The adrenaline wore off right as he finished packing up, so he was out like a rock. I mean, babies don't sleep this good.
Dragging his uninjured arm over his eyes, he groans. "Didn't even think to close the shades," he mumbles, the feeling of Nobara's hands in his hair lulling him to a more sleepy place.
"Yeah. Dumbass," she says, once again. "We can put off shopping though, I'm not hungry. Already raided your fridge."
Yuuji sighs. "Good. At least I can be useful at something."
Nobara snorts, her hand receding to probably check her nails or something. Muttering something about overgrown cuticles, she drags his arm off his face to drag him to the bathroom.
He gets an earful about not properly addressing his wounds, (for like, the thousandth time,) as she patches him up. Her Kpop haunts the background, and he resists the urge to hum along.
"Go get dressed, you look like you need coffee before you fall over," Nobara calls to him as she leaves the room. "And god, put some concealer on! You look like you haven't slept in months!"
As always, Yuuji follows whatever Nobara says (in fear of her jumping him and shoving a pipe bomb up his ass, yes, it has been threatened many times,) changing into something that aren't My Little Pony pajama pants.
He swabs a little bit of concealer over the near purple circles under his eyes, setting it down before trudging out to the kitchen.
Nobara hands him a coffee, and they're off.
They walk around the mall for a bit, before Nobara gets bored and Yuuji gets hungry. Stopping by a sushi joint, Yuuji pays for the meal, (another hit to his wallet,) and for boba, (jeez, double kill.)
Even then, it's never over. Nobara insists they get gifts for Maki before he leaves, he's pretty sure she's not even going anywhere, she just likes spoiling her girlfriend.
They stop by a cool jewelry spot that matches Maki's style pretty well, and gets her a couple cool studs and a nose ring.
By the end of the day, Yuuji could see flies flutter away as he opens his wallet.
"I'm just broke now," he whines, slumping back on the way to the train, hands full of bags. "Why me, Nobara? Why me?"
"Tough luck, babe," she says, sifting through the boba at the bottom of her cup. "You're just blessed with my presence all the time, you have to repay me somehow."
Yuuji groans. "You know I'm right," she says, flipping her hair.
"Yeah, I guess," he mumbles. "Man, I can't believe I'm going away in like, 3 days."
Nobara frowns. "You aren't, you're actually staying here forever," she states, jumping over a pile of dog shit on the sideway. "You can't leave, you're like, the most interesting thing in this city."
"Okay, first of all, you think I'm interesting?" he grins, stumbling towards her as she glares at him. "And, I'm not even leaving the city! I'm just moving like... a half hour away."
Nobara's frown deepens, and she clicks her tongue, swishing around the boba in the bottom of her cup again. "Well, whatever. It's still way, way too far."
"Really? New Jersey is too far from Brooklyn?"
"Yes, New Jersey is too far from Brooklyn!" she says, confidently, swinging her purse over her hip and pushing up her sunglasses as the walk down the stairs to the metro. "It's like... a whole hour and a half. Not even including traffic."
"You just hate paying for gas," Yuuji sighs, looking down at the bags he's holding. "Much rather spend it on... other things."
"They're not just things if they make me happy," she says, exasperated. She scans her train pass, helping Yuuji do the same. The counter-thingie that Yuuji can never remember the name of gets jammed for like the 50th time ever and he has to jump it.
They hurry onto the train, only a little crowded, but they still find a seat. Yuuji holds Nobara's bags close to him, learning from that one time where he accidentally let a stranger graze one of her bags.
Her head falls onto his shoulder.
"I'll miss you a lot, I think, Yuuji."
—
"Time to go, Yuuji," Nanami calls from the other room.
Something in his room clatters to the ground as he fumbles around for the last couple things he needs. He cringes, but continues, shoving his suit into a hidden pocket in his bag.
"Just a min, Nanamin!" Yuuji says, hurriedly shoving the last couple blankets into his bag, along with a toothbrush and charger. "Just finishing up now!"
Carelessly throwing his laptop into his backpack, he slings it over his shoulder and tugs his 2 suitcases along.
"Yuuji. How many times did I remind you to be ready the night before?"
"I, I know, I know, in a minute!" Yuuji says, running to grab his toothbrush and face cream from the bathroom and shoving it into his bag.
"You should have had this all packed the night before," Nanami mutters under his breath, wrapping a piece of toast in a paper towel.
"Here," he says, holding a hand out. "I'll take your bags. I'll be in the car when you finally decide to be ready."
Yuuji glares. He knows it's early and both of them are grumpy and hungry and tired, but damnit, he can still be mad.
"I can get them myself," he says, pushing past him to get to the coffee-maker currently dripping out heaven in a cup.
"Yuuji. Give them to me. I will be out in the car."
Yuuji rolls his eyes, shoving the suitcases towards him and turning away to his coffee. He knows he'll fell bad later, he knows, but he needs caffeine right now.
The front door shuts, and Yuuji leans against the counter, closing his eyes. The college was an hour and a half away. It was 5am.
There was no need to be up this early.
Last night, he got his head beaten into a wall about 13 times before he could stop whatever volcano head thing did it. His head pounds, pressure hard against his eyes, like his skull is too tight for his brain.
He groans, aloud, and wishes his coffee to brew faster.
—
The drive down is quiet, occasionally filled with brief chatter. Yuuji's head is too full of what he's leaving behind and where he going.
He knows, logically, the supervillains will most likely follow him. For whatever reason, they just like, gravitate to him as spiderman. The police will take care of Brooklyn, and clean up the small shit stains he misses.
But god, is he not worried. His life is there, family, friends, Nanamin. He's so used to having an eye on all of them in one place for so long, he's a little nervous.
But as he pulls in the valet drop off area, his eyes sting, not just because of his crippling headache, or because he's almost too tired to function.
He almost doesn't wanna get out of the car as Nanami opens the trunk, unloading his shit onto the ground. And shit, Yuuji hopes his backpack is closed all the way and his mask isn't sticking out or some shit.
He sighs, (very evenly, trust me,) and steps out of the car, walking to his luggage.
"Well," Yuuji grins, a little wobbly. He feels the guilt from their little early morning argument coming back. Again. "Sorry about this morning. I was pretty grumpy."
"I know, Yuuji-kun," Nanami sighs, his voice ever so even. "You said as such. 4 times in the car."
Yuuji laughs, scratching the back of his head before scooping the handles of his suitcases in his hands. "Yeah. I guess so," he says sheepishly. "Can never be too thorough!"
Nanami nods, then shuffles, the way he does when he feels a little awkward. "Well then," he says, "I'll see you off now. Have a good first week, Yuuji," he says, a hand on his shoulder for a moment before disappearing.
Yuuji smiles, a little wobbly, then throws his arms around him, burying his face in his chest.
"I'll see you in a week," he says, totally not sniffling. Nanami just nods, petting his hair down.
He pulls away, (with very totally dry eyes and totally steady hands,) and picks up his suitcases again, grinning.
"Bye, Dad," he says before even thinking about it, then turns to the door, rolling his luggage along the asphalt.
He doesn't see his face when he realizes what he's said, and hurriedly walking inside with embarrassment, but he does hear a huff, a teeny tiny huff of happiness.
He grins, stepping into the lobby.
The ceilings are high, and the walls are, well, walls, and he walks up to a girl who tells him where his dorm is and drops a pair of keys into his hand, a little aggressively, but, alright, college, I guess.
He stumbles around campus for a little while until someone finally directs him in the right direction, and he ends up in front of a pretty average looking building that says "University Dorms." He assumes he's in the right place.
He looks around for an elevator that he does not end up finding, and has to take the walk of shame up about 6 floors of stairs with a backpack and 2 suitcases.
He can already hear people talking through the dorm walls, objects falling, keys clacking, and when he finally reaches the 6th floor, he decides he needs to do way more cardio. Spiderman should not be weak over 6 flights of stairs.
But, okay, he was tired and hungry and it was still too early and he just left Nanamin, so he sighs and walks up to his dorm number, 168, and shoves the keys into the hole.
And he opens to a sight for sore eyes, to say the least.
He looks up, and— oh, whoa, okay, wow.
He's met, slapped right in the face with a very, very hot guy, standing in the middle of the room with a pissed off expression on his— oh my god, pierced face, and wow, Itadori just found a lot of things about himself.
Whoa. He has some really hot piercings.
Wow. Um. And the guy is just staring at him.
"Did you know, your piercings?" he blurts, very intelligently, and wow, okay he just said that.
Mystery hot guy raises an eyebrow, no, no, a pierced eyebrow. "I know of them."
And okay, wow, Yuuji must be gay or some shit, because his voice is kinda deep but kinda quiet at the same time, and it feels like he's being cringy, and he's definitely being cringy the way he's just gaping at this random guy right now, but, okay, okay, he needs to get himself together.
"Um," he laughs nervously. "Sorry, that was dumb." He scratches the back of his head, letting the door fall closed behind him.
"I'm Yuuji Itadori, your roommate!" he grins. "I think, unless you're just some random guy who got in here and started moving in."
The guy snorts, and wow, okay, Yuuji is definitely going to have to do some soul searching on all of these new feelies shit that he's getting in his stomach. "Megumi Fushiguro," he says, standing up and holding out a hand. He hesitates for a second before saying: "interesting to meet you, Yuuji Itadori."
Yuuji grins, taking his hand and shaking it for maybe a bit too long, cuz yeah, it's already weird, and Yuuji likes all of his piercings on his face maybe a lil too much, so it's not good, but it's definitely interesting for so called Megumi Fushiguro.
"Interesting to meet you too, Fushiguro!"
And Fushiguro just gives him a little nod and goes back to all of the stuff on the ground. Yuuji looks around the dorm, and, yikes dude, it's not much.
There's a mini fridge in the corner, right below an open window blowing a breeze in. Two beds are shoved against opposite sides of the walls, and there's a desk, barely long enough to fit two chairs into. The door to the bathroom (he assumes so, unless it's an abnormally large closet,) is right in between their beds.
Cozy. Megumi can hear him piss at night. Fun.
"Very... homely," Yuuji says, tripping over his own suitcase as he rolls it to the empty bed. Megumi snorts.
"Yeah, it's fucking cramped. It's a dorm."
Yuuji nods, totally, totally not blushing because ah, he just cursed, he said fucking, wow, okay, wow—
"Yeah man," he chokes, and his phone goes off, very very awkwardly, because, oops, it's a police report.
Megumi turns around, his face all scrunched up and confused in a way that shouldn't be cute cuz he's another boy— wait wait, that sounds kinda homophobic, okay, Yuuji is not homophobic, he's just kinda really confused right now cuz all these feeley feels are like fluttering around in his chest right now all because of a dudes face, and, shit man, that's never happened before!
"Is that a—"
"Whoops, haha! Isn't that funny!" Yuuji laughs nervously, fumbling to fish his phone out of his bag, not before it going off very loudly for 4 more embarrassing seconds.
And shit, yeah dawg, Yuuji forgot to turn the volume down after showing Nanamin that stupid video last night, and now it's way too loud, and why didn't he turn it down?
"Why is there a police report on your— you know what, I really don't care," and Megumi just cuts himself off and turns back to the stuff on the floor and crap, now Yuuji feels all gross and awkward and sweaty, cuz man, that's embarrassing and, oh fuck, what if he knows? Maybe his backpack is unzipped and his spider-suit is slipping out and now he's connecting the dots, and it doesn't make any sense because he met this guy like, 3 seconds ago or something, but Yuuji is still kinda really fucking worried, so he just blurts out:
"Yeah no, that's just my ex's ringtone!"
Okay, What the Fuck, Yuuji.
"Yeah, he's just probably calling me again," he says, and wow, okay, sure, yeah just add that He pronoun in cuz that's a thing now, apparently! "He's a little, you know, psycho."
Megumi narrows his eyes, glaring holes into the clothes he's folding right now, and just says: "Right."
And Yuuji just laughs awkwardly, and scratches his neck, then claims he has to go to the bathroom because shit dude, the police are still talking about a weird situation with a creature with fat fucking angel wings or something, and so he just disappears into the bathroom and throws on his suit under his clothes.
A dumb part of him feels kinda sad for not being able to unpack as he gets to college. For not being able to be normal and just have a maybe-kinda-sorta-crush on his roommate kinda situation on the first day of being out of his house.
But another part of him also says, "Yeah man, that's lowkey shit, but you're fucking spiderman, suck it up, buttercup."
So he spouts some nonsensical excuse out to Megumi about leaving something at his house all the way in Brooklyn, (please keep in mind if Yuji did actually do this, he would never fucking get it, thank you,) and ran out the door, throwing his clothes into his bag and pulling his mask on, hoping he can find a decent hiding spot for his backpack.
He ends up throwing it under a dumpster in a random alleyway he found and hoping noone will look under there, and then scolds himself for that thought as he's following the GPS on his phone cuz he has no clue where he's going, that yeah, why the hell would anyone look under a dumpster?
And he might have run into the side of a building, but he got to the weird angel creature thing that was kind of really weird and claimed it was god sent down from the heavens, but didn't really act like it.
It just went around for about 20 minutes before Yuuji got there destroying random dunkin'- donuts places because, yeah, sure angel dude, those totally are the spawn of satan when really Yuuji was just kind of disappointed cuz he likes their coffee.
And there was no way of course that the universe would let him end his day there because, yeah, that would be way too easy at 2pm on a Friday, because there's a random guy robbing a local jewelry store, which leads to him noticing a kid almost dumbly getting hit by a bike, which leads to a tiny little donut creature rolling down the street and terrorizing people, so he guesses the angel guy was right, but also, what the fuck.
When he gets back to the dorms, it's late and his head hurts way too much, and his arm is bruised to shit.
He walks in with a stinky backpack and a spider suit shoved in the bottom of his bag, hoping Megumi doesn't notice the big fat bruises on the whole right side of his body.
He walks in and, yeah, fuck man, he's still hot.
Laying on his bed, his eyes shut and drooling in kinda an ugly way that shouldn't be cute but sorta is, he's already sleeping at the ripe time of 10:30.
Yuuji hears himself mutter something about beauty sleep aloud without really meaning to, before locking himself in the bathroom and taking a half-hour long scolding hot shower.
When he gets out he feels much better, but makes the mistake of walking out with a towel around his waist, thinking, assuming Megumi would still be asleep.
Instead, he's met with a very judgmental stare and an eye wandering to his bruises.
Megumi doesn't even say anything, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment before turning away, sighing and laying back down.
Yuuji stands there, frozen and kinda awkward as he tries to think up an excuse.
"A wall!" he blurts. Wow, smooth. "There was a wall. Dude, it came outta nowhere!"
I mean, it wasn't completely a lie, he was ran into a wall like, 6 consecutive times, and it did kinda come outta nowhere.
"I swear dude," he laughs nervously, and hears Megumi sigh again.
His palms still feel kinda sweaty, his face still hot with embarrassment, but he turns away and throws on the rest of his clothes, (no, he did not walk out butt ass naked, he knows better than that, he had boxers on,) and lies in his bed.
It's not made and doesn't even have any of his stuffies on it, so he just wrangles one out of his bag and throws it onto his bed, hugging it as he closes his eyes.
His head hits the pillow, and he's out.
—
The day is a whole big nothing ball. He calls Nobara about his roommate, because, What the Fuck, and unpacks his stuff and shoves his suitcases under his bed.
It's already starting to look less like a random dorm room he was shoved into and more like an actual place. He even hung up some lights like they do in all the movies.
Megumi's side of the room is kinda cool, he admits. He has a bunch of posters hung up over his bed, a box of monster shoved against the wall, and a laptop with a bunch of stickers plastered on the back.
What he's learned, over the course of the day, is that Megumi is not a very talkative person. Every time he's attempted a conversation, (conversation is generous,) he's gotten nothing but dry, short responses.
He's also like, kinda mean, but like, not in a mean way. Like, in a bully way, okay wait that sounds bad, but like, he's not a bully in a mean way!
Yuuji thinks it might kinda be the way he talks to people, like, he's known this guy for like 20 hours and when he asked, "oh, you have a bunch of band posters, what's your favorite band?" he just answered with, "wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?" or whatever the fuck that meant.
Eventually, he got a couple bands out of him after probably too much bothering, and Megumi probably hates him now, but hey! At least he knows he likes Nirvana and Misfits!
He also learns that Megumi is going to school to be a Veterinarian. So like, hell yeah, that's really sick Yuuji thinks. Yuuji could never do that though, cuz apparently it's really hard and he'd be too sad about putting down the poor cute little animals.
Yuuji has never had a pet before, even though he really wants one. He wants a dog, like, in a bad way, because, how can you not!
The rest of his night is... alright. He finishes unpacking and eats his favorite ramen for dinner, but then is rudely awaked at the ripe hour of 2am because some goober tried to rob a bank.
It turns out it wasn't just one guy, but like, one really big guy. He's still human, (maybe?) but is like 10 ft and 500 lbs, like holy shit.
He comes back to the dorm with a twisted ankle and a maybe broken finger at 6am, and gets about 2 hours of sleep before he has to get ready to look presentable for the world.
He goes to his first class, which is cool. He's always liked science, so not bad at all. Shifting protons across dimensional planes, yeah, uh, cool as shit!
The rest of his day is pretty standard orientation, and he had a way too long list of things he needs to buy, and a way too long list of things he still needs to think about, like getting Nanamin a gift for Friday when he comes over and his sudden attraction towards his roommate which is also a guy.
But for now, he’s just gonna unlock the door to his dorm room and not think about much as he stares, hopefully, very discreetly at said roommate.
Which is again, interrupted by a police report blaring through his headphones.
Cuz, who is spiderman if he can actually have anything for himself?