Disclaimer: These modern babies aren't mine.

Introduction

I swear. If there was one thing that could bring the world together in solidarity it would probably be a hate for icebreakers. I don't think I have ever met a person who actually enjoys them. So, why the heck does every single social event, orientation, camp, and things of the like start with a round of icebreakers? Even the name of the activity sounds stupid.

"Shuusuke Fuji. New York City. My underwear color is navy blue."

Well, don't get me wrong. Even though everyone hates it, we still do it. And I'm not the type of person to actually show my dislike for these activities, much less outwardly complain. I keep all my sinister thoughts and comments inside my pretty little head, behind a perfected façade of amiableness. And it has come in handy, being labeled "the nice guy" and such. No one has ever really messed with me since anyone who messes with the nice guy is labeled an asshole. As the nice guy, no one really pries into my business. They get as far as that first layer of niceness and they are satisfied. It's as if they assume the rest of my personality is composed of a dying desire to rescue stay dogs off the street.

"I am thinking of majoring in art, I collect cacti, and I have a pet iguana."

The room collectively roars, "You don't collect cacti!"

I grin, "Wrong, I don't have a pet iguana."

And that was that. They moved on to the next victim. It was easy keeping my façade up with my suitemates. They were still hyped up on the newness of college and on that peculiar, orientation-bred desire to be friendly. I wasn't really affected by whatever pheromones these guys were bouncing off each other. Since I went to boarding school, this whole thing seemed old to me. I wasn't sick of it; I just wasn't as excited as them. But as usual, I did not show my true emotions and gleefully joined their conversation.

Soon after our gathering disperses, I feel someone tap my shoulder. It was the loud little red head that reminded me of a cat. Judging by the way this kid jitters around I would not be surprised if he had ADD. And not only was he bouncy, he was clingy. Truthfully, I was completely fine with it. I had an older sister who never failed to assault my personal space. Dealing with clingy people was almost a forte.

"Hey! I'm Eiji."

I laugh, "Yeah, I know. We just introduced ourselves."

He scrunches his nose, "Yeah…but I'm horrible with names. Remind me of yours?"

And this is why icebreakers are completely useless.

Authors Note: I've missed you guys. I'm back from a two-year writer's block/college busyness hiatus! Well, I shouldn't necessarily say "back" since I am still as busy as ever and can't update frequently. But I am trying to get back into writing and this drabble project is my attempt. I am trying a new tone of voice and a more modern take with this fic. The characters will be a bit OOC since I am transporting them to a modern American environment but also because I've added more twists to their personalities. But well, I'll stop my yapping. I hope you guys enjoy the ride and please REVIEW!

Ps. Yes, believe it or not, I'm still trying to drag myself through Fall in Love With Me Again. I am adamant about not leaving it half-done and am slowly chipping at it, but I wont make any promises of how this will all go. I am about halfway done with the next chapter so hopefully that will be up by the end of the week.