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You’re distracted from whatever it is you’re doing when you hear the scream. Matabei Ohira, shrieking at the top of his lungs. At first, you dismiss it. After all, that guy’s always yelling over one thing or another. But then, he screams again, louder, and as you listen closely you realize that it’s a scream of horror. 

Running towards the sound with a growing sense of dread in the pit of your stomach, you arrive at the restaurant to see…

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She could feel herself getting sweatier when Xiao didn’t really get her explanation. Suki thought he needed assistance, as in to make him go step to step on how to do your laundry. But it seemed he just wanted her to do it, but she wouldn’t really know that unless he told her he waned her to do it. Alas, in the future Xiao would still not know how to operate a simple washing machine because Suki did it all for him.

So she is going to literally instruct him step by step, hands on bitch.

“Oh, you–” She wandered off to get said detergent and softener and came back to where Xiao was. “Y..you should probably separate your c..colors and whites then..” She stared at Xiao for a while and stuck out a hand to motion for him to come over. 

She opened the machine’s lid and glanced over at the floor. “Y..yes, I.. usually do a lot of housework..b..by myself..” She opened the detergent and softener containers, “W..well, if it’s your f..first time, t..then I should t..try to teach you..r…right?” She glanced over at him before looking back down at the floor.

She might want to do her own laundry now or get a new change of clothes if she was getting so worked up. Or, better idea yet: Stop sweating. He didn’t want her to do it, it wasn’t his intention, but it’d be nice if she did. Does that make sense? Not really, no, but many things didn’t make sense in underwater hell dome.

He continued standing where he was, watching Suki fuss about. He definitely didn’t plan for this. No ulterior motives at all. Nope. Xiao finally does something for once and kneels down at his basket to separate the clothes. It ended up just being light-coloured and dark-coloured, most of them being monochrome. Huh.

“So you are. Experienced. With chores and such. Hmm.”

Why did he sound so confused about that? Rich kid problems. He stared at the basket for a while, looking more puzzled than he should be.

“Do I. Have to put this shirt in too.”

He grabbed the end of the shirt he was wearing while making very direct eye contact at Suki. Well?

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What’s wrong with belts is that Suki’s are pointless. She doesn’t not need several to hold up her arm sleeves or skirt. Seriously though. 

She was surprised to find Xiao in the laundry room, wearing that type of shirt too. She didn’t dislike it or anything– it looked cute on him. Then again, Suki had a terrible sense for fashion. It wasn’t like she was going to make fun of him, who do you think she is Xiao. Huh. A bully.

Aren’t the words help and assistance basically the same things? Whatever, Xiao. Thank god Suki is nice enough to help him. “I..I just like walking around..k..kind off.” Smooth, Suki. She followed after him, and there he was taking his large ass steps and leaving her behind. Thank god he actually stopped somewhere so she didn’t struggle to follow after him again.

“..O..oh..! I believe uh.. you put your clothes in, then the detergent and softener if we have some and then you set a tim…er…? A..and then you t..turn it on..!” She prays he gets it. Please understand what she’s saying Xiao.

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Suki’s been nothing but nice to him, he couldn’t find a reason to push her away... at that moment, of course. There’s always the future. Anyway, it’s not like he needs a real reason to be the way he is. They were... family or whatever the heck she said. Ugh. Mushy.

Xiao stood tensely by the wall, leaning against it with his arms crossed out of habit. Not wearing a jacket felt weird. He didn’t have any other choice though, seeing as the rest of his kind of casual clothes were going to get washed. He’s never going out wearing this again. His lips pressed into a thin line as he listened to her explanation, then a hand reached up to scratch his neck.

“... Where. Do you put the detergent. And the softener. How do you turn it on anyway. What button does that. Apparently I shouldn’t mix clothes or something. I don’t really have colourful clothes.”

Why couldn’t she just do all this for him? Where was the actual assistance he asked for? Outside of sports, music, and cooking, Xiao was basically useless.

“Do you usually do the laundry. Yourself? That’s so weird. This is my first time. Kind of. Wasn’t listening when a friend tried teaching me.”

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Thank god for the fact they had spare clothes in their wardrobes, because it wasn’t like Suki preferred to walk around covered in tiny belts and a short skirt. Alas, Suki’s fashion sense didn’t exist at all and her entire life centered around strange articles of clothing with weird statements on them. This included: ‘the world is terrible i wanna go home’, ‘あ あ あ あ あ – !!’ and finally, the best sweatshirt she owned, ‘GOD PLS HELP’. 

Today she decided to wear that sweatshirt, because why the hell not. She usually had an outfit to go with it, the same regular eye patch, black shorts and knee high socks with brown lace up boots. It was hard to spend their days here in literally six rooms all the time, so instead of heading for another place, she decided to take a pit stop by the laundry room.

Which in all honesty– a big mistake. The literal moment she opened the door and looked up, Xiao Jiang was right there.

There was a brief moment of silence as neither of them spoke and finally– Xiao talked. Ah, how much of an anime boy is this guy.

“A..ah..no..?” She took her hand out of her pocket to scratch the back of her head. “Er..I was just..w..wandering around and..er.. D..do you need help, Jiang-san…?”

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Hey, what’s wrong with belts? He owned a pretty silly amount of belts himself. No reason why. Anyway, off-topic. As all Jiangs do, with the exception of one, they all have a rather expensive sense of fashion. One must stay trendy and comfortable. Just for today, he’ll remain as comfy. Who doesn’t like oversized clothing?

Luckily, it was Suki who had walked in. Just Suki. Oh, only joking. He didn’t want any weird looks and, with a jacket like that, she can’t make fun of him. Xiao, however, did give her a not-so-subtle glance over. How predictably hypocritical of him.

“No, I don’t need help. I’d like some assistance.”

That’s the same thing but alright, just listen to him.

“Wandering into the laundry room. That’s weird. Not that I particularly care. Whatever. Just. Follow me.”

Xiao strode over to his previous location, where he set down his laundry basket, then placed his hand on a washing machine’s lid, giving it a good thump.

“How does this work. How do you turn it on. Do I just. Put all of my clothes in. I don’t usually wash my clothes myself, if you. Can’t tell.”

Well, this was going to take a while.

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A young Beijing opera performer doing make-up prior to the show. The performers at Taipei Eye show their make up skills before the audience before the show. This is to showcase the unique art and culture of Beijing Opera to today’s adoring fans, myself included.

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Mutual killing, schmutual killing. No one’s actually going to die here and if he had to be wrong, he’d die of boredom from the amount of talkative people here. There’s not even a gardener he could vent to, let alone a garden. Where can he stroll as he had angsty flashbacks or plotted murder? Nowhere. His life was ruined.

Without his line of always attending servants, that meant he had to do things himself, not that he had a problem with it. Making the bed was fine, cooking his own food, washing the dishes, cleaning up, doing the laundry... The last two were the least favourable chores and, coincidentally, they were all he had to do. Simple tasks that he messed up. Xiao just had to spill his glass of milk on himself. Why not do the rest of his laundry too?

There was one problem though. He’s never actually done the laundry before. By himself, that is. And he couldn’t just stand there forever, glaring at the clothes basket until it cleaned itself. Besides, he looked... pretty out of place.

“........”

Hey, it was the only shirt he had that wasn’t stained with milk or smelt like ketchup. A gift from a... friend. He couldn’t help but feel offended when he received it two sizes too large. At least it was comfortable...

He wasn’t just going to admit he needed help. That’s not very cool. The singer ran a hand through his hair nervously, wondering how he should approach this. Upon hearing the door open, he immediately brisked up towards the person. Xiao left a strange pause before speaking.

“... Hey. Do you. Have something to wash too. There is something that I. Don’t understand.”

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Did all artificial intelligence program doohickeys have to speak so irritatingly and introduce the situation incompetently? Why the heck was that guy on the screen? And why didn’t his friends tell him to take that mop off of his head? Video Man and company. He had a feeling that they knew what was happening. Or maybe... this is their fault. This is all Kimura Yoshiro’s fault.

That video proved nothing. This was all a joke. Soon, cameramen will pop out from under the bed and yell, “Surprise!” or something. It wouldn’t be his first appearance on a comedy prank show.

“Why? This. Isn’t funny.”

Xiao crossed his arms, really not looking forward to the whole kill or be killed scenario. Can’t they understand that an immortal man wants to live his entire never-ending life in peace? No, of course not.

“This is fucking stupid. I’m leaving.”

And so he did. Leave. Not the dome but the lounge, which was where he was idling around at the time until he got ever-so-rudely interrupted by the dome’s postponed doom. Dying, whether it be by being stabbed to death or being blown into itty bitty pieces, at the bottom of the sea definitely wasn’t on his bucket list. Thanks so much for the opportunity, Malice, but Xiao had to pass.

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“Kiiinnda? I mean, I have sheets now back home but I used to just have this big blue wooly blanket instead!! Thing was itchy but warm as hell, mom knows best, heheh. Nothing like these, though, gonna have to hit Bed Bath and Beyond up when I get home and ask about this- uuh. But you’re Chang-sama’s older brother–” He said that last bit like it was totally a valid answer to Xiao’s honorific question, but whether or not he was planning to explain more is a mystery since the snatching of his sheet seemed to cut him off. 

Oh, right right, Xiao’s bed.  Sometime during all of the other boy’s calm but distressed speaking, Matabei realized he was kind of ruining another dude’s sleeping vibe, or whatever. By the time the SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL SOFT SHEET was taken from his hands, he just nodded a bunch and rolled off the side of the bed, hopping back to his feet. At the sarcastic question, though, he stumbled back and fumbled with his pocket and-

“WAAAAH-!! HOW DID YOU KNOW?? Are my contacts not convincing???”

Since getting off the bed, Matabei had started pacing and wandering around the room, flicking the lights on and off each time he found a new switch. Once for the whole room- oops, no, that was no good. Another with the bathroom light. Still a bit too much. Now he was standing over by the corner lamp and flicking it on and off while giving Xiao a wordless, tentative stare. Is this good bro???? Yes or no on the night light?????  Meanwhile he had other topics to explain himself over.

“I only wear them at night, yo, my mom makes me… you gotta keep my secret! I’ll do whatever you want!”

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It looked like they came from two different lives, despite both being in the music industry. Can you really count yelling in the background? Rapping and screaming were vastly different from actual music. Xiao found the image painted by Matabei’s words odd and said no more. He didn’t need to understand him, they were all going to leave the place and never talk to each other ever again. He was looking forward to that.

“Okay. Whatever. That doesn’t make sense.”

When he took out a pair of glasses, the actor sighed. Why. See, this was why he scarcely used sarcasm. Things like this happen. He scratched his cheek, then looked off to the side.

“... I know lots of things. Like. You, for example, Ohira-shì.”

Unfortunately...

“But I didn’t know that. Lucky guess.”

Xiao stood up as well, quickly straightening the sheets, nice and proper. Yeesh, if they were invited or whatever to be in such a high-quality venue, they should have at least chosen well-mannered guests. Or maybe the dome wasn’t as sophisticated as he thought! The lights kept flickering, there must be a problem or two with their lighting... He glanced back to check on his roommate. Oh dear.

“Hey, what are you doing. Stop that. No. Yes? No, n... Yes, whatever you say, just. Stop.”

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Aw yeah, so the list was true after all..! Xiao was here, and this was totally going to be the best sleepover ever. The other boy’s screaming just pumps his excitement up even more, and he shouts back with a bounce against the fancy clean bed. 

“WH-HAWAWHAT- Me, bro!!!! Ohira’s in the house, our house. Check this place out it’s so fancy!!!!!!! It’s got real sheets, and… woaaaah. They’re soft, FEEL THIS, NII-CHAN-SAMA.” 

He’s managed to bounce a few more times now til he’s sitting on the corner of it, now holding the neatened blankets in his hands and feeling up teh thread count. This is class.

“WHAT are you talking about, though?? What do you mean This?? Hey are you a sleep with the lights off kind of person, or do you need a night light? Bro, I could be your night light. SHIT I GOTTA WRITE THAT LYRICAL MAGIC DOWN- We’re gonna get along so well, <ｂｒｏｓｅｐｈ>!!!!” 

Before he was even done talking, Matabei had flopped back on his stomach, taking up all the space on the bed that wasn’t even his to take. For the first time since actually bursting in here, he looked around the room, taking in the extraneos furniture and the fancy curtains and the swaggy vibes. This was way nicer than back home.

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Why. Out of the other remaining twenty four students, he had to be stuck with him? Okay, he might not be the absolute worst of the group but this was obviously too... What’s the word? Obnoxious. If the look on his face wasn’t enough to tell him to cease wiggling in his once creaseless sheets, then they were going to have a problem. As his roommate, Matabei would have to learn to pick up on these nonverbal cues or he’d be in trouble. Xiao didn’t want to have to resort to that.

“Don’t mock me. I wasn’t expecting you to do something so... unreasonable. I don’t think anyone. Would expect that. Whatever you did. Don’t do it ever again-- Er. What.”

Nii-chan-sama? What’s the meaning of that? He still hadn’t gotten the hang of the Japanese language, was attaching two honorifics to a name a real thing? Hey, wait, he’s not his older brother! Unprepared for the the rush of questions lobbed at him, Xiao could do nothing but stand idly.

Oh. And he was being offered to touch the bed sheet, His bed sheet. The one he neatened up, despite the room being all clear without his contribution. Might as well entertain the kid.

“Real sheets? What. Did you have imaginary sheets...”

“... It is soft.”

No, Xiao, no. Focus.

He shook his head and grunted, pointing another finger at Matabei.

“Hey, don’t distract me. Why nii-chan-sama. We’re not related. Who’s <ｂｒｏｓｅｐｈ>-- Lights on. Please. I don’t like. Being in the pitch dark for too long.”

Xiao grabbed onto the sheet that his roommate was gently caressing and tugged it, followed by a point to the other bed. ...Then he sat down on whatever was left of his wasteland of a mattress. Angrily.

“No. I mean. Stop this. Why are you on my bed when you have your own. Over there. On the other side of the room. Did you mistake mine. For yours? Do you need glasses, sānbā.”

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After exploring almost every other room this dome had to offer, it was about time he actually checked out his place. It took him an embarrassing amount of time to realize that his card was also a key, so who knew if his roommate was back here already or not! Apparently, though, seeing the name of the guy had sent him into enough excitement to sprint all the way to his room! Xiao Jiang- XIAO JIANG!  As he slams his ID into the door’s lock and kicks the thing open, Matabei has all the energy of the greatest opera fan in all of Asia!

Or…. someone who realized his best bro’s BROTHER was here, at least. He’d expected to find Sin here, or at least find him once they got to Hope’s Peak, but seeing Xiao’s name on the list instead was almost as good!!!!! Sure, he didn’t really KNOW the guy, but if he was anything like his brother at all then they were obviously going to be best friends. 

Whether or not Xiao was already in their room, Matabei burst right in yelling at him!

“GUESS WHO IT ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”  He dive bombs right onto a bed. Xiao’s bed. “Xiao JIANG IN THE HIZOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!! HEYYOOOOO!!!!!!”

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He’s literally been nowhere else but this room and he considered himself productive. This guy must be a the Flash or something because all Xiao had done was set up the pillows the way he always has them, look through the wardrobe, and, funnily enough, write up a DO NOT DISTURB sign. Into the bin it goes! The next thing on his mental to-do list was to draw the curtains.

While he was minding his own curtain-drawing business like every other human being, a large projectile shot across the room, screaming about something, and destroyed his neatened up bed. The least he could do was scream back, sounding less intelligent than how the media presented him. Cool, level-headed, mysterious...

“Wh-- Hawawhat--!? WHO!?”

And quiet. Up until this very point, it seemed.

He froze there, arms stiffened in place, as if the most subtle of movements could set off an alarm. The alarm being the intruder on his bed. God, could he be any louder? No. He wouldn’t ask that. Not now, at least. Still in his matador-like stance, Xiao managed to choke out a few wise words.

“... How... Why must you. Do. This?”

Just a beat later, he immediately let go of the curtain and jabbed a finger at the boy, eyes narrowed into a glare.

“You. You’re the person. I have to. Share. A room with? Why... Why.”

He was at a lost for words. What was there to say? Matabei’s got to have something to say in his place. Just... look at him. Why was he wearing a sweater vest over a hoodie? It’s as if he asked two random people to name an article of clothing so he could wear them both. Who does that. At least he knew colour coordination. Good. ... But he was Matabei Ohira. He knew him. Him and his CHANG REVOLUTION underwear. Ugh. It seemed that they both knew of each other, names and reputation, the like, but nothing else. He hoped it would stay that way.

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Why? Why.

The jazz music was more pleasant to listen to than the announcer. Xiao couldn’t help cringing while he listened. It was hard not to. How could it sound so... happy. Why did it speak as if it knew them? He’s never seen such a thing in his life. The whole... eye design thing... It sounded suspicious, there’s no way he’s going to trust this Halie.

He was at the likely entrance and exit of the dome when the host spoke and, with no luck, it was locked. All he got was a few scratches on his boots. Halie owned him some new ones. Maybe he really will give Halie a call and demand for some new footwear. Yeah. Sounded like a plan.

After what seemed like ages of wandering around to get back to the start and retrieving his card, all he had to do was figure out how to use it! Simple, right? Eh. Xiao just wanted some well-deserved rest. Hey, he’ll at least get a decent amount of sleep in his own room, right? Who cares about making friends. Not Xiao Jiang, that’s for sure.

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“Ugh…”

The young man groaned and stirred in his sleep, slowly gaining consciousness. His hands move up to his face and rub his eyes. He stared straight ahead without realizing what he was looking at. Spacious... and... people. Xiao suddenly sat up--

“Shit…!”

Too quickly, now the world was going all blurry. He blinked a few times, then steadily stood up and rubbed his eyes hard after seeing what was above his head.

Water. And lots of it.

This was definitely a new place. An aquarium-bar thing. Iffy on the aquarium bit but he was pretty confident about the latter. He’s… been to one. He didn’t do anything illegal there, just accompany his upperclassman. Or, er, ex-upperclassman. He’s not escorting any high schoolers to a bar. Anyway, speaking of high schoolers, there were a heap of them. His... classmates? That’s right, he was supposed to be at Hope’s Peak Academy! But instead... Xiao wrinkled his nose, disgusted at the amount of people still lying around unconscious or hitting up a conversation with the rest. How can they talk in a situation like this? Stuck in Sea World. There should be more panic. Or something.

The young man scratched his cheek as he stood close to the walls, eyeing his company. This was bad. He recognized some faces and those faces meant money. Kidnapping was the first possible option to come to mind. He himself was worth a large sum of money… and more. Heck, he’s priceless! It wouldn’t be very surprising if he was held for ransom. And the others? Whatever. He’d prefer not to come into contact with any of them.

Finding everything and everyone else unimportant (and apparently less interesting than bottled milk), Xiao headed straight for the door. His hand latched onto the handle and yanked it--!

“What the fuck. Wǒ kào…”

Already tired and more annoyed than before, the actor kicked the door and swore ungraceful profanities under his breath. Was he really talking to a door? He slammed his fists repeatedly into the exit, paying no mind to anyone else. Oh, how embarrassing this’d be if this was recorded… Actually, at the notion of that, Xiao growls and starts kicking the door harder. So much for a guy who’s been privately trained.

Oh. Ha, he snickered to himself. It must be a push door. Aaaand push!! Out and away from the crowd back there, Xiao ventured off to... Exactly where was he going? Well, Plan A backfired quickly. He pushed - er, pulled the same door to return to the same room but stopped halfway. They probably saw all that. It’s kind of hard to ignore him, of all people. Xiao stood mid-doorway, making an intimidating face at the ground. They’re not getting anywhere like this.

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