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"Well⊠It is difficult to explainâŠ." Artemisa confessed while rubbing her neck and laughing. "You seeâŠ. I am from Germany but my dad comes from Greece and France and my mom from Spain and London. So I kind of have mixed heritage." She answered while shrugging.
"But donât worry, a lot of people think I am French when they hear my last name." She explained calmly.
"W-wow. That's like all of Europe." Sakurai was amazed to hear how complicated her background was. It was definitely more interesting than just Japanese. "H-how was it like in Germany?" He asked, hoping it didn't sound too creepy to ask.
"You have catch me. I havenât really eaten anything since yesterday." She admitted shrugging. "I havenât really had that much time. I had to return three projects for today so I havenât slept a lot either." She admitted while yawning. "But it is nice to see you again. We havenât talked since the fair." She said, smiling brightly at her friend.
"S-since yesterday? That's not healthy for you..."Sakurai told her, worried about his friends eating habits. "I hope y-your projects go well." He gave her a shy smile.
"H-here. You should have the extra bento... O-only if you want it though!" He didn't want to force Artemisa to eat it if she didn't want to. That would just be rude.Â
â»âș - Kida immediately remembered his last roommate. Although he was a nice guy but they did not have much time together. Thus laid the blond tuft of great value and hope for the relationship of his new roommate. He was sure that if the two are related. Without hesitation, the young male jumped out from behind his new friend and pushed him towards to their room. It wasnât that far away anymore. After a few seconds they stood before the door, that the male immediately opened to showcase the room.
"So welcome!! This is my room..and yourâs of course!!~ Iâm sorry Iâm a little messy!" Distributed on the floor were Kidaâs stuff so a with an embossed embarrassed grin graced his lips. The blond was not sloppy but still somewhat messy.
Just as he was about to take a step forward, the other male had already stepped behind him and pushed the brunette to, what he assumed, towards their room. He kept his things close as they moved down the long hall until they stopped in front of a door with the numbers 308 on it. Sakurai nervously watched the blond open the door to their shared room.
"W-wow, it's pretty spacious in here." He said as he examined the room It was true, there were some articles o clothing on the floor, but overall it their space was in good shape. "That's okay. I-I can help you clean things up."Â
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   The brunette continued to sleep, dreaming of her future patisserie. Just the thought of all the delicious pastries made her mouth water, and unable to stop it, she began to drool.
   An unfamiliar scent wafted towards her nose. The aroma, however, was quite stimulating and nice. It smelt faintly of vegetables and seafood, a scent she had grown quite accustomed to during her childhood in Nice. The scenery of her dream quickly changed, and she found herself as a child playing with her two best friends. A small frown appeared on her face. Quite truthfully, the dream pained her as much as it made her happy. This was the childhood she abandoned, the childhood she lost. Eventually, she began to cry.
 Sakurai was about to dig in when he heard the girl seem to move. Brunette eyes shifted to the sleeping female next to him, just to check that the girl was still alright.
"E-eh!?" To his surprise, there was something wet rolling down her pale face. They were tears, worrying the boy. He took out a napkin from his bag and gently brushed away the tears. It took all his courage overcome his shyness and finally placed a hand on her arm, shaking her slightly in hopes to wake her up from her nightmare. "H-hey are you a-alright?" Â
Nagihiko hummed a soft tune as he scrolled through the park. He shifted slightly to make his shoulder more comfortable from the ruffle bag. He was planning on practicing his basketball skills since he was too busy lately. When he arrived at the basketball court, he noticed a boy slightly older than him playing basketball alone. He slowly approached the boy and tapped on his shoulder. "Excuse me, would it be alright if I play basketball here as well?" Nagihiko asked politely as he smiled kindly.
It was finally the weekends and luckily, Sakurai didnât have any homework due immediately. With so much free time to himself, he wasnât too sure what he was going to do. Maybe heâll go shoot some hoops and do some extra practice today. Arriving at the local park, he set down his bag on an empty bench and pulled out a dull, orange basketball. Standing behind the 3-pointer line, he did one of his Quick Release shots. Those were really the only shots he was good at. After a few more shots, Sakurai felt a tap on his shoulder.
The sudden contact shocked the boy so much, the ball nearly slipped out of his fingers. âH-huh? Uh, s-sure. Of c-course!â He stuttered out an answer for the other boy.Â
Nagihiko blinked in surprised as he stopped bouncing the ball and held it on his right hand. Nagihiko chuckled lightly as he grabbed the orange ball and stretched out his hand towards the other male. âItâs okay. Please donât worry about it.â Nagihiko assured as he gently handed the ball to the brunette.
"If you like, we can share the court and play basketball together..?" Nagihiko suggested lightly as he tilts his head slightly and smiled kindly at the male.
Seeing the other had stopped his run-away ball, Sakurai quickened his pace to retrieve it. "A-ah, thank you." He timidly replied as he took the ball back from the other boy and held it tightly. Though seeing the otherâs smile did calm his nerves quite a bit.
 âS-sure.â He agreed, knowing that itâd probably be best if they did so. Maybe take turns taking shots or a one-on-one. âUm, my nameâs Sakurai Ryou by the way..â He introduced himself, once he had remembered to do so since theyâd be playing together for a bit now.Â
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 "Get out."
She didnât mean to scare him. âAh sorry about that, I didnât mean to⊠I just donât really do well around guys. I have a sort of complex and all.â Natsume said apologizing to him.
"I can really do anything, do you have anything you like to do in your free time?" she asked him.
"O-oh I see." He said, understanding the strange girl a little better now and keeping that in mind.
Sakurai pondered for a bit. What else did he do other than cooking and occasionally basketball? "... I draw manga, sometimes." He mumbled, mainly to himself as he recalled the one thing he hasn't done in a while, mostly due to school work. But now that he was sharing his dorm room, it was kind of embarrassing to draw knowing that the other person could be watching. The timid boy wasn't confident at all in his drawings. "B-but, maybe we can cook some food, if you'd like."
Nagihiko hummed a soft tune as he scrolled through the park. He shifted slightly to make his shoulder more comfortable from the ruffle bag. He was planning on practicing his basketball skills since he was too busy lately. When he arrived at the basketball court, he noticed a boy slightly older than him playing basketball alone. He slowly approached the boy and tapped on his shoulder. "Excuse me, would it be alright if I play basketball here as well?" Nagihiko asked politely as he smiled kindly.
It was finally the weekends and luckily, Sakurai didnât have any homework due immediately. With so much free time to himself, he wasnât too sure what he was going to do. Maybe heâll go shoot some hoops and do some extra practice today. Arriving at the local park, he set down his bag on an empty bench and pulled out a dull, orange basketball. Standing behind the 3-pointer line, he did one of his Quick Release shots. Those were really the only shots he was good at. After a few more shots, Sakurai felt a tap on his shoulder.
The sudden contact shocked the boy so much, the ball nearly slipped out of his fingers. âH-huh? Uh, s-sure. Of c-course!â He stuttered out an answer for the other boy.Â
"Arigatou." Nagihiko said politely as he smiled gratefully and walked towards the bench as he placed his ruffle bag gently on the seat. He unzipped the bag as he pulled out an orange basketball. He bounced it a couple of times before running towards the other hoop and threw it in the air when he reached behind the 3-pointer line. He quickly ran towards the ball when it when into the hoop and bounced on the ground again.
Sakurai was slightly mesmerized by the otherâs playing style. They were really good, despite their short stature. The brunette just stared at the other in awe as e continued watching the other boy. It wasn't until the orange ball in his hands finally slipped out and rolled across the court, that he had snapped back to reality.
"A-ack! I'm so sorry!" Sakurai apologized with a smal bow as he ran across the court to retrieve the ball. Man, he was such a klutz.Â
"Really? Thatâs so sweet of you to offer~! Iâd love to try one sometime~" Miyu wasnât really the type to get hungryâ As one could see from her petite form. She didnât starve herselfâ No; she didnât think she was too fat or anything. Her body type was just one that rarely hungered.
She laughed softly. âThatâs really nice of you to say; considering you only just met me~ When you become a famous chef and have your own TV show invite me over ok?â She winked, smiling cheerfully. She wasnât trying to flirt. Miyu just sort of came off as that sort of type. She really was just trying to make some friends.. Was she being too weird?
Oh no, she was right. He just met her and suddenly offered a lunchbox. "I-I'm sorry if that weirded you out..." Sakurai quickly apologized, even though it seemed that the pinkette wasn't phased by his offer at all, which relieved the boy and he smiled at her. "U-um, just let me know when you're hungry.."
"T-TV? I definitely don't think I can d-do that." The ever so shy Sakurai, could never go on public TV, knowing that many eyes  would watch him. He preferred to stay in the back, like a nice kitchen doing the thing he loved. "B-but if I ever do, I certainly will. Though I'm sure y-you'll be too famous by then." He chuckled, happy to have made a friend as cheery as Miyu.
A Model And A Shroom [Kise + Sakurai]
Kise just blinked when the other guy did the same thing he had done earlier. Another shot from that distance? It was nothing he hadnât been up against before, and he reacted quickly to it. It was just to jump and hit the ball away right before it entered the hoop, and Kise managed to do that. Well, if he hadnât, he couldnât really call himself a member of the Generation of Miracles either.
As the ball flew away from the hoop, he went over to pick it up and looked at the boy, âYouâll have to try something better than that if you want to score against meăăč.â Kise smirked slightly and went over into position to shoot. âWell, itâs your turn to defendăăč.â
Sakurai pouted as his shot got deflected by the blond. Of course, his shot this time was a lot better than it was when the ball has flew at him, but there's something about the blond boy that felt out of place.Â
The brunette took his position in defense as he was told it was his turn to do so. Next to shooting, Sakurai was also pretty good at defense as well, though he knew that there were others out there who specialized in this position. Regardless, he held out his hands and prepared himself for the other's shot.
"Ready."Â
Mama and Son [Midorima + Sakurai]
Midorima was quite fortunate that he wasnât carrying his lucky item toady but rather wearing it. Had he been carrying it he would have dropped it when the shorter boy he knew as Sakurai bumped into him. He must have been running late for something. Pushing up his glasses, his guess was confirmed along with several apologizes. Too bad it was Saturday.
"Sakurai," he started, grabbing the strap of the boyâs bag. "Itâs Saturday. There is no class." After a moment of studying him, he noticed the boy looked- in short- horrible. "But there is something youâre late for and thatâs a haircut. Come with me."
 Fearful hazel eyes met emerald ones as the frantic boy looked up when the taller male called his name.
 "Huh?" Were the only words that left his mouth as Sakurai took in the information given to him. He knew it was strange that there were almost no one in the hallways. Usually the school would be bustling with people, even during class time. "O-oh I'm sorry for bothering you, Midorima-san." He apologized once he recognized the green-haired Generation of Miracle.Â
 Suddenly the greenette suggested something out of the blue, taking the nervous brunette by surprise. "A-a haircut?" And without a complaint, Sakurai was swept away by the fortune-loving man.
Walking by, Mitsuki overheard the dilemma the other student was having and walked over to him. Â She placed her hand in front of his face. âIâll take the extra bento.â She stated while finishing off the lollipop in her mouth.Â
Suddenly a hand appeared out of no where, in front of his face, giving the poor boy a mini heart-attack. "W-what? S-sure." He managed to stutter out as he recovered from the shock. He then proceeded to hand over one of his lunch boxes to the girl.
"U-uhm.. I hope it's to your liking."Â
Miyu was boorredddâ Wait a sec.. Was that? Ryou-kun?! Ahh! She hadnât seen him in quite a while! Hmm.. What was he getting all upset over? He had two bentos?? Maybe heâd made something for someone? Awwâ That was so sweet. Maybe heâd made it for his girlfriend or boyfriend!
"Ryou-kun~!! I havenât seen you in forever!!"
As he stared at the two lunchboxes in his hand, a familiar voice called out his name. Sakurai looked up to meet the pink haired girl, he hadn't seen in a while and smiled.
"Miyu! Y-yeah, it has been a while, hasn't it? I've just been swamped with school work.." He sighed remembering all the homework he was assigned. But, he tried to brighten up in front of her. "U-uhm.. Have you had lunch yet?" Sakurai asked, taking the opportunity. Plus he promised that he'd make her something.
