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The school year had began beautifully for Deidara. It's senior year, baby! The academy is his oyster, everything's coming up Dei, Tancho diem, all that good stuff, yadda yadda. 

Well, that'd be more accurate if things truly had been going his way. Although Deidara excelled in art and enjoyed playin' B-BALL, if a school subject didn't catch his interest, he wouldn't put in the effort needed. Whatever. He wasn't going to need Statistics, anyways. 

Instead of attending the class, he decided to spend his morning on the rooftop of one of the academy's buildings. At least Deidara wasn't wasting time, chilling out all anime-style on the roof--he was working on his latest "masterpiece". There was a bucket at the blond's feet, full to the rim with water balloons, uh, well ... they were more like paint balloons at the moment, but who cares, really. 

Paint wasn't exactly Deidara's forte, so he decided to ditch the brushes and make the campus his canvas--this was more his style, dropping paint-bombs and watching the gaggles of students scatter below. Haha! Yeah!

Aaaaand....

SPLAT! 

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character name: Deidara

original series: Naruto

year: senior

housing needs: normal 

personality: A bossy troublemaker who’s keenly confident in himself and his capabilities. His marks aren’t necessarily his focus, as evident by his recent report cards. He’s a smart kid though!! Kinda reckless, and if he has the opportunity to show off, then…well, he isn’t exactly the most modest guy. Deidara keeps his cool, say, 80% of the time? His composure can be calm—unless you get under his skin and light his short temper.  From his underclassmen, he demands reverence, but his respects won’t be so easily returned. However, he does show regards for other artists, and isn’t ignorant to other’s opinions. He’ll give you a listen, but I can’t guarantee an agreement.

If you have the patience to be his friend then you’re in for a treat! You have a partner-in-crime and a friend who won’t let you down. Believe me, I’m like 90% sure—

background information:  Deidara was a star art student at his old school, a private school in Iwagakure, tuition paid in-full by his doting parents. In his junior year he was already looking into scholarships for university, and even was allowed entrance into an upperclassman-only art show, where he submitted an almost award winning sculpture…full of hidden explosives which were set to steal the show. Which actually resulted in the destruction of the school’s gymnasium and his expulsion.

He’ll say, “I was kicked out of my old school, yeah. That old man just didn’t understand my work.” Well, the principal acted as any would when a student bombs the campus facilities——

He was considering quitting school altogether in pursuit of an artist’s life, but his parents forced him to enroll at Tancho Academy for the second semester of his Junior year.

fated partner: unfated at the mo

schedule:

Speech & Debate

Chemistry

World Cultures

Statistics

Spanish

Outdoor Education

Art II

extracurriculars:

Head of the Art Club

Basketball (point guard)

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sharrkkan started following you.

[sharrkkan]

Sharrkan had to hold back an uncharacteristic laugh at the note that his roommate was failing Spanish but he quickly caught himself, a bit appalled that he would even start to laugh at someone for something like that. Well—he might laugh a little at someone who was his friend. But Deidara wasn’t his friend. Not yet, at least. He’d hold off laughing for now.

“Hmmn,” he mused, dragging out the sound before shrugging. He was right, a Latin scholar wasn’t going to be much help when it came to Spanish, but he also didn’t know anyone off the top of his head. 

“There’s, uh—a bulletin board, in the tutoring center, where you can leave your name and stuff to find a tutor, if you wanted to do that.” That way, someone could come to him! The store came into sight and Sharrkan kept his speed, shrugging again as he glanced at Deidara over his shoulder. “A lot of students do that.”

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What's with that suppressed snigger? What's that supposed to mean? Deidara repressed a scowl, not wanting to show a slight annoyance. After all, Sharrkan seemed to be the type who just naturally laughed a lot. 

As they approached the school store, Deidara pulled a hand from his pants pockets and briefly held it open for him. 

"Bulletin board, hmm? Yeah, I should check that out ... "

His eyes scanned the shelves for his textbook, but he wasn't focusing all that much. He grabbed one book, thumbed through it, and upon finding French words instead of Spanish, placed it carelessly on a pile of other things. 

"Man, don't you feel like all this work during senior year is a little excessive? It's my last year, I oughta be focusing on what I actually want to do, not Spanish or whatever, yeah?" 

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sharrkkan started following you.

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So he did need to get something—a textbook. They were in the same boat and Sharrkan nodded as he made his way down the hall, then down the stairs, eventually out into the quad in front of their dorm. He didn’t particularly mind the silence, he could get on perfectly well with quiet company, though conversation was always welcome. 

Deidara asked if he was a tutor and he glanced over his shoulder, slowing down a bit to walk beside his roommate. “Yup. Though I’m sure most everyone knows by now, my ads are all over the place.” He grinned a bit lopsidedly. “Just tryin’ to get my name out there.”

He took a moment to mull over the question. Did he know any language tutors? There weren’t any that came to mind. “I can tutor in Latin, but I haven’t seen you in that class so I’m kinda doubtin’ that’s the one you need help with.”

“Which language?”

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"Spanish. I'm flunking now but the teach'll let me pass if I complete some tutoring hours or some shit like that ..."

Or at least, that's what Deidara was supposed to do. Instead he was hoping to have a new pal who'd assist him in the best way possible--by completing his homework. Ahh, damn, now what was that in Spanish again...

Deidara was bright, he was smart enough to get a hold on the language if he could be bothered to put effort into it. But his interests could be found elsewhere.

"So I gotta find one, and soon. I guess you can't help there, yeah?" 

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sharrkkan started following you.

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His roommate didn’t seem particularly interested in going, but he said yes either way and Sharrkan shrugged. He wouldn’t mind the company, and he didn’t see any harm in trying to get to know the guy he’d be rooming with for the next handful of months a little better. He only needed to pick up a textbook for botany, one that he hadn’t even known was necessary until it was time for class and his teacher instructed the class to turn to page whatever.

He headed out the door and glanced over his shoulder, seeing if Deidara was following him, which he was indeed. He was silent for a couple seconds, both unwilling to start conversation yet still looking for something he could say at the same time, when something came to him—

“Do you need to get somethin’, too, or are you just coming along?”

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"A little of both, yeah." 

"I have a book to buy. Thought I could cruise by without it, but, y'know." He shrugged, pulling his hoodie over his mostly-buttoned uniform shirt as the walked towards the store. 

Silent again. Just what was there to talk about...Deidara was going to have to live with Sharrkan and as of that very moment, he had no reason to be overly hostile towards him yet. He noticed how his roommate strained to make conversation and, just for now, he decided to throw him a conversational bone.

"Aren't you a tutor?"

Who wouldn't know? Your flyers are blaring down the hallways.

"So I take it you know the other ones, yeah. Do you know any language tutors?"

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sharrkkan started following you.

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“I hear ya.” He agreed wholeheartedly, and he followed his statement up with a small nod. There was silence after that, and for a couple moments he wasn’t quite sure what to say. Sharrkan took the time to sift through his bookbag and pulled out a pile of crinkled papers, all syllabi for his classes and he went over them briefly. 

After a bit of flipping, he came to one of them and let out a quiet ‘oh’ as he shoved the papers back into his bag. He stood up again, grabbing his wallet and key, an started to head out of the room before stopping himself.

“I gotta go to the school store and pick up a book for one of my classes, wanna come with?”

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No.

Deidara shrugged, standing from his bed and heading over to one of the desks he'd claimed as his own. His workstation was cluttered with clay, small knives, and other tools--oh, and a stray assignment or two--but it was missing something very important. A Spanish textbook.

You may be asking how Deidara managed to make it this far without reading the book, much less owning one. I could say he's got a knack for the language, but that's a big fat fib. However, he's got a keen set of eyes that had taken him far; eyes that the teacher happened to catch peering around during a midterm. Since then he'd been under sharp supervision...and his grade's been brutal. 

"Yeah."

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sharrkkan started following you.

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“Deidara!” Sharrkan repeated the name, making sure that it was drilled into his brain. He was usually (read: rarely) good with names, and repeating them tended to help him remember a little better. They stuck faster that way. He opened his mouth to say something when the blond suddenly clapped and the senior raised his eyebrows, a little lost.

The display was dropped quickly and he was instead being waved to, and he almost hesitantly returned the gesture, as though he was unsure if he was supposed to or not. Whatever, a wave wasn’t gonna do any harm.

Deidara brought up speech and debate as well as statistics, saying that the two of them had classes together and it was as though Sharrkan had a moment of clarity—he clapped himself and suddenly grinned, remembering that they did indeed. “That’s right! I didn’t recognize you with your hair pinned back like that.” 

He shrugged lazily, sinking back into the mattress. “I don’t like numbers much, either. Stats seemed easy so I opted for that.”

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When Sharrkan clasped his hands together, Deidara did the same. 

"Tell me about it, yeah. It's senior year, I don't wanna waste any effort if I don't have to..."

He let out a chuckle, which trailed off into a sigh, and transitioned into silence. He coughed. Pulled the pins from his hair, reached for a comb to fix his locks before fastening a portion into a small ponytail. 

The conversation seemed to have run its course. 

Oh well.

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sharrkkan started following you.

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“Didn’t think I’d show up?” Sharrkan paused, then tossed a bag onto one of the beds before moving to take a stroll around the moderately sized dorm room. “Even if I didn’t show up, what would the chances of the other two guys not showing up be?” Obviously the other two hadn’t made their appearances yet, seeing as how the room was still primarily empty. 

At the mention of the figurines, the senior went over and took a look, being careful not to touch any of them as per request. “Not a problem, man. I’ll keep off your stuff if you’ll keep off mine.” 

He didn’t quite feel like putting anything away yet, so he kicked the bigger of the bags into the closet and flopped onto his mattress, cringing at the unpleasant creaking. Sharrkan sat back up, realizing that he’d given his name, but hadn’t gotten one in return. 

“You got a name?” He asked, leaning back on his palms and glancing over. He didn’t pay much mind to the nail polish. 

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There were supposed to be two more boys? Deidara restrained his disappointment--this was senior year! He had great expectations for the term and so far they were proving false... 

"Deidara." 

He then clapped his hands together, opened them to look at his palms for a moment, and opened his mouth, a burst of inspiration having hit him but he--

Stopped. Brought his lips together and gave Sharrkan a short wave. He just met the guy and wasn't particularly impressed for better or for worse; Deidara didn't assume they'd be fast friends or best bros. In all honesty, he was just missing the prospect of having his own private studio. 

"Hey," He starts, not particularly one for small talk but it was expected of the situation. Might as well try to get an idea of what this guy was like. 

"We have class together, yeah? Stats and speech." He pulled the black pins from his hair, the usual long tuft falling in front of his left eye. 

"I'm not one for numbers, yeah. But I'm sure I heard one of your speeches." Maybe, possibly, depending on whether or not he'd missed that class.

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sharrkkan started following you.

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All summer, Sharrkan had been looking forward to spending his senior year in a single. When he got to the door of his room (B-1, he’d checked multiple times), he fumbled with the knob before managing to shimmy the door open and he stepped in, expecting to see an empty room. He’ll yeah—

Except the room wasn’t empty. It was partially occupied by another student, one who was propped up on his bed painting his nails. The senior set his bags by the door and stepped in, his eyebrows raised. “Hey, man. I guess we’re roommates?” For one reason or another, he wasn’t disappointed. “Name’s Sharrkan.”

Maybe he should have been.

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Deidara looked up, nodded, then looked down at his left hand, carefully applying quick-drying dark polish to his thumb. 

"...Yo. Sharrkan." He repeated the name once for clarity and again in his head to make it stick.

"I didn't think you'd show up, yeah? Already went and made some arrangements with the place." Carefully, he screwed the cap back onto the bottle of paint, tossing it to the other edge of his bed. It wasn't perfect, but neatness wasn't quite his forte. 

"Oh, and don't touch the figures," Deidara gave caution, referring to the number of small animal statues he'd crafted himself. "I don't think that'd be a good idea, yeah?"