till death do us part, huh?
There were many places Kaneki expected himself to end up in when he turned eighteen—a steep ditch, maybe just a very deep hole, a bathtub—but university? Kamii University, he never considered himself as lucky–
here’s to show everyone got an opportunity to aim at something better.
The apartment was reasonably-sized, considering the cheap price he’d gotten it for ; a comfortable, two-bedroom, LDK station, with nice lighting and vanilla-scented candles. It was ways off from being better than his aunt’s place, but his high school apartment? That place had been in such bad shape—paint peeling off, floorboards smelling of dead rodents, the actual dead rodents underneath his bathroom sink—the upgrade was a no-brainer. He didn’t think he could go back living there, even under forced persuasion ; the lock was broken, anyways, and he’d never quite gotten around to fixing it.
He set his bags down carefully, a backpack and regular black suitcase, leaving them to sit idly while he cruised around his new living quarters. The kitchen was quaint, equipped with every type of electronic ( or otherwise ) helper, from microwave to waffle maker, to ( and Kaneki couldn’t thank the furnishing team enough ) a sleek coffee machine propped up against the counter corner top. Ideal for a university student’s cooking habits—he could definitely learn to appreciate this. Living room, the usual—a couch, no armchairs, low-set coffee table, and a flat screen mounted on the farside wall. The longer he browsed the surprisingly spacious rooms, the clearer the picture became ; he really had gotten it cheap.
the sound of rustling broke him out of his quiet contemplation.
His first instinct was to grab something heavy and blunt—he’d dealt with enough break-ins to last for a lifetime, he wasn’t ready to continue the tradition—but a few moments of digging through his memory reservoir and, yeah, that was probably his roommate, the one he distinctly remembered being informed about.
“ Hello? I’m the new resident, are you Nagachika-san? ”
He hadn’t heard anything about his new roommate, but he reasoned that no one could be worse than his last one.
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