"...Student Hisano?"
The face that had caused such a stir at the opening ceremony was likely one that no teacher or student in the school could forget.
To end up as his roommate, what a coincidence.
Hiromitsu hadn't expected Zero's casual joke to become reality so quickly.
The refined young man recovered from his surprise and offered a somewhat unnatural smile as a greeting: "Pleasure to meet you. My name is Hiromitsu Morofushi."
How should he put it... thinking back to how he'd just concluded that living with Hisano would be "a bit scary," only to now face him directly, he felt a strange sense of guilt.
"'Radiance of a superb view'... that's a nice name."
As the youth leaned over to set down his luggage, a few strands of black hair fell from the back of his head. Despite being tied with a bright red ribbon, it didn't look gaudy at all.
"Ah, thank you..."
Hiromitsu scratched his cheek, reflexively complimenting him back: "Student Hisano's name is very nice as well."
Hiromitsu's facial features were clean and clear, paired with narrow eyes that drooped slightly at the corners and grey-blue pupils like evening mist. Overall, it was a face with a classical Eastern aesthetic.
Satoru Gojo covertly sized up the young man—who was much greener than the "Scotch" in the manga—and nodded inwardly.
He had originally expected to be roomed with Furuya Rei since they shared the same entrance rank, but as a high-popularity character who, despite limited screentime, was vividly portrayed, the impression points harvestable from Hiromitsu Morofushi were also quite substantial.
Furthermore, compared to the Gin of the past who wanted to assassinate him every other day, Hiromitsu was practically the perfect roommate.
The room contained two large adjacent beds. Hiromitsu had chosen the one near the bathroom, leaving the one by the window for Satoru Gojo.
Gojo tossed his suitcase aside and flopped onto the bed in a "star" shape with a loud thud. He rubbed his cheeks against the soft pillow, making his already messy hair even more unruly.
"So tired—as expected, lying in bed is the most comfortable thing in the world—"
He let out a satisfied lament, dragging out the final syllable, completely disregarding the fact that there was a stranger and new roommate in the room.
Student Hisano... is certainly lively.
"Just call me Nozomi."
"Eh?"
Hiromitsu realized he had whispered his thoughts aloud.
Satoru Gojo, holding a pillow that had been mauled into a crumpled mess, said nonchalantly: "We're roommates, right? Since we're going to see each other every day, honorifics sound super awkward."
"Is that so..." Hiromitsu hesitated.
In truth, calling someone by their first name was a very intimate gesture. He and Zero had only started using nicknames after slowly becoming friends.
He'd heard that Student Hisano entered Tokyo University at fourteen... could it be that this is just how geniuses are? They simply don't care about the common sense of ordinary society.
Satoru Gojo leaned over and poked the other man's shoulder: "What about you? Should I call you Hiromitsu? Or Hiro-kun?"
"..."
Hiromitsu was facing someone this familiar for the first time; he felt a sense of powerlessness, unable to hold his ground. Seeing that he didn't answer immediately, Satoru Gojo put on a disappointed look: "Is that not allowed?"
"Well..."
It was an unreasonable request, yet it felt like refusing would be a serious transgression. Seeing the youth hanging his head with a sad expression, Hiromitsu opened his mouth, but the words "Student Hisano" were ultimately swallowed back down.
"I understand... you can just call me Hiromitsu, Nozomi-kun."
"Hell yeah!"
Satoru Gojo's lips curled into a successful smirk as he watched Hiromitsu wipe the dust off the desk with a rag.
"Did you clean this whole room before I got here?" He marveled, "You're really quick, Hiro-kun."
"..."
What happened to 'Hiromitsu'! Why did it turn into 'Hiro-kun' on its own?
Hiromitsu had a premonition. Even if he tried to correct him, the other party wouldn't listen.
Forget it. Hadn't he already guessed that this person had a defiant personality?
The reason he felt being roommates with Hisano Nozomi would be "a bit scary" was because Hiromitsu didn't see himself as anyone particularly special. Thus, he feared he would be treated like air by the arrogant top student, or be nitpicked constantly.
But looking at it now, while there were similarities, this person was... different from what he had imagined?
"I often do housework at home, so I have more experience," Hiromitsu said, trying his best to ignore the nickname. "If Nozomi-kun wants to rest, it might be better to handle your luggage first?"
"True."
Satoru Gojo thought for a moment, hopped off the bed, and opened his suitcase. There were stickers of coconut trees and ice cream on the case, giving it a very summery vibe.
Since he possessed a System Inventory, he didn't actually need a suitcase, but to eliminate any unnecessary suspicion from others, he had to go through the motions.
Hiromitsu stood up, intending to go out and get some water, but the commotion beside him was impossible to ignore.
His eyelid twitched: "Is this... all of your luggage?"
"Mmm, is there a problem?"
With the ziip of the zipper, colorful packaging erupted like a bursting balloon. Inside the relatively small suitcase, entertainment items and snacks occupied his entire field of vision.
Game consoles, manga books, Gomoku... it looked exactly like a teenager's carefully prepared entertainment stash for summer camp.
Potato chips, jelly, biscuits... there was even cup ramen? Should this suitcase just be renamed the "Junk Food Concentration Camp"?
[Ding! Impression points from plot character Hiromitsu Morofushi +200...]
Satoru Gojo casually picked up a box of Pocky, a chocolate stick in his mouth as he spoke indistinctly: "It's fine, I put daily necessities in there too. If I'm missing something, I'll just buy it at the convenience store."
Usually, it's the snacks you're supposed to buy at the convenience store!
"But..." Hiromitsu watched the youth stuffing five boxes of strawberry cream puffs and three large bags of marshmallows into the wardrobe. Recalling the shopping bag in his hand when he arrived late this morning, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty: "Isn't that a bit too many sweets? Won't it affect your health?"
"Nope. I've always eaten like this and I've never been sick."
As soon as he finished, Satoru Gojo tossed the remaining Pocky to Hiromitsu.
"Ta-da—this is a Hokkaido limited edition, you can't buy it in Tokyo." He winked at Hiromitsu: "Since Hiro-kun is my roommate, I'll give you a taste~"
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