Yumi Katsuragi entered the dorm, dressed in a grey hoodie and black shorts, her raven hair flowing freely down her back. She had a lithe, yet toned physique, and brown eyes that could pierce anyone's soul, no matter who it was. And while said eyes were passive at first, they immediately showed disgust upon seeing the sight that awaited her within. Junk...junk everywhere. Even though her roommate couldn't have been here for more than an hour since move-in began, the room looked like enough of a pigsty that one would think it'd been lived-in for weeks. The other occupant was sitting in a bean-bag chair that was surrounded by plenty of crumbs that no doubt came from the bag of chips she was carelessly plunging her hand into, wires were entangled in every single surface and nook they occupied, and there was a distinct odor that emanated from the few other nacks bags that were also open.
Seriously, this was who she had to room with for the rest of the year? This school really needed to give Yumi a break.
"Hey," shei said, trying to hold back her indignant feelings. No response. "Hey."
Still nothing. It seemed as though the video game Sung was playing was just so engrossing she couldn't tear her eyes from it. Hell, with no visual cues, Yumi didn't even know if her presence had been registered at all. Which would upset her, if there wasn't always a surefire way to take care of that.
Casually, the Japanese-American girl walked over to the TV Sung was playing on. Looking out of curiosity, it seemed like it was some sort of FPS: the player character was in the midst of fighting a horde of what looked like goblins and orcs in an attempt to guard a waypoint. Didn't look half-bad, actually, especially when Yumi saw one of the monsters get blown up by a huge fireball. Still, there was the whole issue of not getting any confirmation of her existence. So ignoring the admittedly fun-looking gameplay, Yumi bent over and unplugged the console from the outlet. With a blip, all the images flashing by on-screen accompanied by the arcadey sound effects vanished. At first, Sung stared at the TV, not entirely getting what just happened, to the extent she continued to press a couple more buttons as if it meant something. Within a second, however, she was absolutely livid.
"W-what?" she asked, nearly trembling with rage. "Who're you? W-why did you...why did you DO THAT?!"
Yumi groaned as she stood back up; she could tell her roommate was going to be an absolute pip. "Come on, you're going to act like this is the end of the world, Sung? I just unplugged a stupid video game, it's not a big deal."
"Yes it is! Who the hell do you think you are, just coming into my room and messing around with my-...and hey, how do you know my name?!"
"Answer to Question 1: I'm your roommate. And it's a pleasure to meet you too, by the way. Answer to Question 2: You posted your name tag out on the door. Not exactly the most cryptic of clues."
That definitely seemed to shut Sung up. Instead of continuing on with her tirade, she merely just glared at Yumi as she began breathing heavily through her nose, hands balled into fists. However, it only took another moment for the Korean to get out another question.
"Okay, roomie. Would you mind telling me why exactly you unplugged it? I was in the middle of an important match there!"
"Simple: you weren't answering me when I came in. I said 'hey' twice in a row, only like a yard away at most, and you didn't reply or look away from that screen once."
Sung's incredulity only seemed to increase upon hearing this, if her face was anything to go by. Yumi shook her head.
"Let's just say I don't like being ignored and leave it at that."
"Yeah? Well I don't like it when-"
"I also wanted to know why the hell this place is such a dump. How long've you been here? What, an hour? And it looks like you just got done with a party!"
"Oh, so you're just going to walk on in and start judging me right out of the gate, huh?" Sung said, placing her hands on her hips (in a posture that unfortunately emphasized the budding pot belly she had going on). "Well, if you just have to know -not like I need to tell you if I didn't want to..."
The gamer gestured around, a haughty smirk gracing her lips. "The snacks over there are for those times I need an energy boost, during stuff like really long raids or god-tier fighters; I need all those consoles here to play games like Avenues of Fury, Team Death-Batch, Overseer, stuff like that. And the bean-bag is for-"
"It all looks like a bunch of useless crap to me," Yumi stated flatly. "Do you really need all this?"
To illustrate her point, she idly pushed a controller laying on the ground lightly with her foot. Looking back up, Sung had such a horrified expression upon such a minor application of force it almost made the delinquent jump back a bit. This person was pathetic.
"Y-yeah, of course!" Sung said, re-composing herself (and apparently deciding to let such a horrible transgression slide). "Don't underestimate the importance of one's environment in a competition! It can make or break you!"
"Break? Like those pants you're wearing?" Yumi gestured down to the straining button that was barely hanging on. "Looks like your 'environment' hasn't been that great to your waistline. Lounging around all day and stuffing your face with pop and chips...Should probably do something about that."
And with that, the delinquent turned and walk out, closing the door behind her. Leaving the Korean with the only option being to just stand there in shock.
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Slowly, Sung made her way back to the bean-bag, plopping down on it as she tried to process everything that just happened.
What...is that girl? Sung thought to herself. She's my new rooommate? This has to be a joke! She's like a thug, just coming in here and doing whatever she wants! Hell, the way she was dressed, in that stupid hoodie and that deadpan face, there's gotta be something seriously wrong with her! What am I supposed to do?
It was a good question. Certainly, it seemed as though the two girls couldn't have anything but an antagonistic relationship from here on out, unless by some miracle one were to change to fit the other's desires (and Sung would never be that type of person). So, the most logical conclusion was that one was going to get more power than the other, and use it how she saw fit. And as shameful as it was to admit, if that was the path things were going to go down, Yumi was winning. She'd definitely walked out of that first encounter with more dignity than Sung'd been able to hold onto. If that'd been recorded through some sort of stream, oh, the mortification...
This self-pitying lasted for a little bit, until Sung finally decided to...
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