"Wham, bam, thank you ma'am! Johnny Bravo is in the house!" Johnny's loud voice boomed as he kicked open the door to his newly assigned dorm room. The 21 year old sported a large grin as he surveyed his future living quarters. He walked through the mostly bare room, dumping his bags by the bunk bed towards his right. The man swiftly unzipped his backpack and began rooting around before muttering an "aha!" And pulling out a wireless speaker. He connected his phone and opened Pandora, throwing the contents of his luggage around the room as he hummed along to Elvis Presley.
Down the hall, a young Japanese man wandered in search of room H13, where he was assigned to stay during his time at the university. He had trouble reading the map of the campus grounds, as his understanding of the English language was not yet fluent. He passed several grumbling students as he passed by several other rooms, soon hearing the atrociously loud sound of 50s Rock as he approached his room. He had hoped otherwise, but soon realized that the noise that was blasting through an open door near the end of the hall was, indeed, marked "H13". He took a deep breath before continuing any further, making sure to keep an open mind as he passed through the doorway.
"H-hello?" The young man said in an attempt to greet his roommate, who was currently dumping his personal belongings all over the floor. "Hello?" He tried again. "My name is Jack, I believe we are roommates?" He struggled to speak, but realized that his words fell on deaf ears, as the blond man in front of him showed no sign of hearing him. Jack sighed and decided to try something else, placing what he carried on the floor by the door and approaching the other. He raised a finger, wishing to tap the taller's shoulder to catch his attention; however, the American finally seemed to notice Jack's appearance, and whirled around to confront him.
"Woah there egg roll! Whadd'ya think you're doing!" He shouted, reeling back a bit over dramatically in the process. "Hands off the merchandise brother!" He yelled, making a karate-chop motion with his hands. Jack looked at him for a moment, confused, but soon settling to an unimpressed glare. To Jack, Johnny looked like just another American jock with too much spray tan, over-gelled hair, and topped off with a pair of pompous sunglasses that weren't suitable for the indoors. He sighed and spoke again, trying to keep his patience.
"My name is Jack Ken." He said with a prominent accent. "I am new student here, new roommate. Is pleasure to meet you." He said, putting on a smile as he extended a hand. "Damn, lighten up man!" Johnny guffawed, shaking Jack's hand roughly. "The name's Bravo, Johnny Bravo! Don't wear it out." He grinned at the other, waving his hand at the rest of the room. "I guess we'll be hangin' together for a while! You don't mind if I take top bunk do ya?" He asked, laughing and patting his new bunk mate on the shoulder. "After all, first come first serve right?"
"Jack struggled not to roll his eyes as the blond giant as he vaulted onto the top mattress, making it screech in a way that caused Jack to wonder if he'd be crushed in his sleep that night. But instead of arguing, he picked up his things and moved them over to the bottom bunk, kicking the clothes and various objects the other had left strewn across the floor, out of his way. "So, where you from Jacky boy? I'm assuming you didn't come from Kansas." Johnny chuckled.
Jack began to lay out his things in an orderly and organized fashion, answering the question politely and simply. "Kyoto, near Sabatei district." He said, not really wanting to go into detail. Ooooo, that's in Japan, right?" The American asked, curious about his new companion. "Always wanted to go there. Good food, hot babes, what's not to like?" Jack was struggling not to lose his temper. Instead of continuing the conversation, he focused on sorting his belongings, opening up a duffel bag he'd brought along. Inside was one of his most prized possessions, and one of the few things he'd actually brought from home: his father's katana.
He carefully pulled the prized family heirloom from its case, slowly unwrapping the layers of packing paper it had been covered in, to reveal the smooth ebony sheath. "Woah, is that a kotana!?" Jack heard a voice exclaim, and before he knew it, the sword he'd been holding was ripped from his hands. "Holy crap, this thing is amazing!" He yelled excitedly, jumping down from his perch with a loud "THUMP". As Johnny began to unsheathed the blade, Jack rushed over, frantically snatching the relic from his roommate's hands. "You do not touch!" He snapped. "This is important artifact. My family has protect for many year, not for you!"
Johnny just stood there, staring for a moment at the angry Asian, shocked at his outburst. "I-I'm sorry man, I didn't know." He apologized, scratching the back off his head and looking down in embarrassment. As Johnny's face turned red, Jack checked his possession for any sign of damage, but feeling a bit shameful of his outburst, looked back to Johnny. "No. I am sorry. You did not mean harm." He said, causing the other to look up. "You were only curious. I should not have yelled. Apologies." After an awkward second of silence, Jack moved to set down the Katana. "So, Johnny," he said, hoping to get the other's mind off the incident. "where are you from?"
A beaming smile returned to the young American's face as he launched into a detailed recollection of his origins. Jack was able to sit through about half of it, learning that the man had been raised by his aunt in the city, before knocking out two hours later. Johnny didn't notice at first, but soon noticed a quiet snoring coming from the younger, who had fallen asleep, leaving Johnny to ramble for a few more hours alone. He didn't blame him though. It had already been late when the two had arrived, close to midnight in fact, and Johnny was also beginning to feel the drag of sleepiness. With a long yawn he turned off the lights and closed the open door, deciding to finish his unpacking in the morning.