"You just act a lot like your sister."
That was his first line when I opened the door to my new room and said hi to him.
"I don't get that a lot." I said and settled down my bags on the unoccupied bed—it's been thoroughly readied already; with pillows (that has Barney prints on it), comforter (Barney prints again, god, it's freaking BARNEY) and mattress (no prints, yes!)—which is surprisingly normal, given the fact that my older sister was the one who placed my stuff in there. She's always been weird. And over-protective. And I guess I have to give her the I-am-not-a-kid-anymore-so-stop-putting-barney-printed-stuff-in-my-possessions talk again.
"No, seriously. It's like you're her twin."
"NO." I said firmly. "We're nothing like each other. I am adopted."
"Oh." He paused. "I'm sorry. I've never thought of that."
"Of course you didn't." I said in my mind and took of my shoes.
"I'm tired. I am going to sleep first." I muttered but I knew it was loud enough for him to hear. The pillows looked suddenly appealing to me so I lay down and engulfed myself with supreme comfort.
"Sure. It was nice to meet you."
There was silence.
"I'm Kuroko, by the way."
And that was what I heard before my eyes finally found their sleepy state, my lashes kissing the tips of my eyes.
I wasn't even able to tell him my name.