Shinji, I have left my discarded clothing on a pile on my bed, as I will be away from the dorm today and unable to bring them to the laundry. If you would please assist me with that, I would be endlessly grateful. As compensation, I will bring you some lovely Italian food when I come back. Thank you.
He shrinks away, unsure just what to do with himself. His morning rituals will need to be adjusted, without a doubt… The Ikari name isn’t nearly as big as Nagisa, but he’d still been able to use it to secure a room for himself to protect his secret. As much as he wanted to fight it, Kaworu is here now by the power of faer family name. There’s nothing for Shinji to do about it now but adjust.
He’ll be fine. He might be fine. If he’s careful.
“I’m going to change,” he announces, “So—so please don’t look over here…” It might be fine to be seen from behind if he didn’t have to worry about faer seeing his sports bra.
“Understood,” fae responds, not missing a beat. Declarations of modesty are far from abnormal, and while fae personally would not mind if it ever came to pass that faer roommate glimpsed such a scene, it is a reasonable request. Turning about, the student concerns faerself with depositing miscellaneous items in the nightstand by bedside. Unfastening the door, however, reveals a plethora of scribbles and writing, quite scandalous for a school of this rank.
Kaworu clears faer throat upon seeing a rather phallic sketch.
Had such a thing occurred in faer previous residence of education, a reenactment of the French revolution might have occurred, guillotines and all. Of course, it would be in reverse, but no matter. If the esteemed Nagisa family ever took note of their negligence, fae would be withdrawn without a breath spoken. Perhaps…lips will remain shut. For the better.
It is quite strange, as of late, the boy has been hiding things from faer. Where he has been going out late at night, far past acceptable curfew hours. One could consider the two friends, or at least acquainted, and as his appointed roommate Kaworu should be expected to know such things. And yet ignorance rears its ugly head yet again, at the most troubling of times. This particular evening, however, is different.
Fae has remained awake through acceptable resting hours, alert and waiting for the boy to return to the dorm. Waiting, waiting, without end… Until the knob turns round and the door glides open with a subtle creak. And there is Shinji, sunken eyes and pale complexion, plainly exhausted.
“Are you quite alright?” asks the student, concern evident in faer tone. The boy simply smiles, claims he is fine, to not worry faerself over it. Yet, fae presses further, notably as he draws up his shirt.
Florid eyes stretch, wide as crinkled tin on the moon.
“Mm,” Shinji answers, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The person (Kaworu Nagisa) here for the thing (being his roommate).
Wait.
Soon, Shinji bristles and lunges for his phone. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbles. While fae hadn’t been told anything, Shinji’d been told just enough to be ready for the arrival of the precious Nagisa. He’s certain he’d even set an early alarm! Through the menus, he finds it to double check. As his luck, he’d set it to PM instead of AM. Good going, Shinji.
He crawls out of his blanket tunnel and does his best to straighten out his bedhead. It’s a bit late to try to look respectable, and it isn’t as though Kaworu would never have seen this side of him, anyway. Still, he feels like he should try. He climbs out of bed and nervously offers his right hand. “Shinji…Shinji Ikari… Sorry. I meant to be ready for you…” Sheepish smile takes his face.
It almost vaguely…peculiar, the way in which the boy fusses and scrambles about to meet faer acquaintance. Not to say that others haven’t performed above and beyond in the presence of the young heir, and yet there is something in the fluster upon his rounded features, scrunched button nose, that charms faer. Shinji Ikari, hm? Something in the name seems familiar, but what does not, in a school of this standing? So the thought is brushed over, tossed over the shoulder and forgotten.
“Do not fret, I did not expect you in the first place. I myself should have been better prepared.”
Remembering the luggage parked at faer feet, the student bends to undo the fastenings and withdraw articles of clothing, folding and placing them on the designated shelves for faer side of the room. Beside the obvious uniform, fae had purchased various t-shirts, undergarments, and those for sleeping. Once completed, it takes up a tidy little corner of the dresser, with plenty of room to spare. Only toiletries remain in the bag, and fae opts to store those at a later time. A tousled-topped head turns to face the boy. “We’d best hurry to breakfast, hm? Not that we are late. Indeed, we may very well be early…”
