𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝘥𝘯𝘢

2.

"the third year also staying here went to wash up so i stayed behind in case you showed, seemed it was a good choice." explained the second-year as he picked up a pile of necessities including a towel, toothbrush and paste, and a hairbrush, and of course, the pile was decorated with a seidō baseball cap on top of it all. "we put this together for you."

miwa ren felt like a sham.

he took the pile and he forced a smile, "thank you very much, kijima-senpai."

kijima shrugged, clearly trying to hide the relief that his present seemed to be appreciated, "sure." then he glanced at the clock on the wall, "oh crap they'll turn off the water soon, gotta run." he dusted his hands, picking up a small bag from the bottom bunk, presumably the place he slept, he rushed to the door, creaking it open but before he left he remembered to turn around to look at the first-year left standing awkwardly in the middle of the dorm room.

"ryou-san doesn't bite so if he comes back before me, don't worry. i shouldn't be gone too long though, we'll go through all the basics and stuff tomorrow, yeah? cool." and then he was gone like a flash of lightning, ren had never seen one talk or move so fast. he hadn't even gotten a word in before he'd been left abandoned in this strange new environment.

but kijima seemed nice enough so maybe this year wouldn't be so horrible. right as he was pushing the pile of things in his hands onto his new bed, the creaking of the door announced its opening once more.

it was so sudden it scared miwa ren half to death and due to his jump, most of the things in his hands fell on the floor with loud thuds after every item. ren winced at every item until they finally stopped coming and looked in the direction of the door, his neck heating up in embarrassment.

a boy stands at the door with his hand still grasped around the handle. his hair was in some shade of rose gold still dripping slightly with water, a towel hung around his neck over his plain white t-shirt. he looked at ren for a minute or two without a word, neither of them moved at all, really.

well, until, "ryou-san?" the name came naturally after he'd heard it from kijima, his full name entirely gone from his memory now.

the voice seemed to wake the shorter of the two out of his trance, "miwa ren, i take it?" he asked as if everything was perfectly normal.

"sir." answered ren from habit. he cursed himself, he hadn't come here to play lapdog like he did at home.

kominato ryousuke sighed, letting himself in and closing the door behind him, "if i'm gone when you wake up, kijima said he'd show you around." well, didn't he like to get to business immediately? "we normally wake up around five but we'll let you sleep a bit more." he threw the towel upon an old wooden chair that stood against the wall by the singular twin bed.

"sir." ren repeated through gritted teeth.

kominato sat on his bed, ruffling his wet hair with his hands, "what's your position?" he asked, now no longer looking at the younger boy which surprisingly made ren feel like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

he crouched down to pick back up his things as he spoke, "i don't have one," and before he forgot; "sir."

he felt eyes on him again, "what do you mean by that?"

"well, sir, i- uh" now how to explain this? "if we were ever missing a position and didn't have anyone suitable, i would cover for them." silence. "though, i, uhm, i think i played catcher the most? we had this really good pitcher though his personality sucked so no one but me really got along with him that much and-" the silence was so deafening ren couldn't help but feel the need to go on and on about things now completely unrelated to the simple question his upperclassman had asked.

"so you can play all the positions?" kominato finally interrupted by saying something.

"sir." ren nodded, this time successfully throwing the pile of things onto the upper bunk.

"that sounds sweet." maybe to someone who, maybe, i don't know, liked the sport? miwa ren, however, could not relate to that sentiment.

"if you say so, sir."

it fell quiet but this time for only a moment. "stop." said the older.

ren hummed, putting one foot on the bunk bed's stairway in an effort to see if it was really strong enough to hold him. he hadn't slept on an upper bunk before in his life.

"you sound like i'm forcing you to talk to me."

"are you not?" miwa ren was an asshole by nature, he could not keep his thoughts to himself longer than fifteen minutes and of course, it just had to be now to the possible third year he'd be rooming with.

but to ren's surprise, there was laughter as the answer instead of more silence. "you're a bit strange."

"you're telling me." shut up. he started to climb up to his bed.

"can you not call me sir?" asked kominato ryousuke, "what you called me earlier was fine."

"what, 'sir' or 'ryou-san'? because if it's the latter, no thanks, sir." and then he pushed himself up the rest of the way, barely avoiding hitting his head.

kominato ryousuke looked up at where the younger boy had disappeared from his sight in simple confusion because exactly what in the world was that?

this was the day that miwa ren met kijima rei and kominato ryousuke, and the day kijima rei and kominato ryousuke met miwa ren. this was the beginning of newer and stranger things which ren at this point, was still oblivious about.

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