A/N: A few weeks ago, Davey and I found the wonderful (and tragically inactive) tumblr blog Texts from No.6. That blog, combined with the infamous TFLN and our own college experiences, quickly spiraled into… something. So we co-wrote a fic. Shion's a stoner. Nezumi's a drunk. Inukashi understandably kinda hates them both. (High)jinks ensue. Enjoy, and try not to take it seriously, as we definitely didn't.

It was a sunny college move-in day. Crowds of parents huddled around their precious child, crying or threatening or slapping backs or a hundred other expressions of love and terror. This wasn't the real world yet but it was one step closer, and everyone was quietly terrified.

One boy wasn't. He dragged one suitcase behind him and carried a duffel over his shoulder and that was it. He wove through the weeping groups of people saying goodbye for a whole two months (Thanksgiving Break would be there before they knew it), rolling his eyes when he passed a particularly loud collection of folks. He should have looked silly, a tufty little ponytail and cargo pants with one leg ripped to hell and the other tucked into his motorcycle boot, but heads were turning around him. Was his hair actually blue or was it the light? What happened to his pants? Where was the hot family that should have been seeing their hot son off?

He hiked up the stairs to the fourth floor of MacIntyre, dodging the giant boxes careless people left on the stairway once they'd unpacked. He dug for his room key and forced it open with his shoulder when it stuck. "The fucking locks—"

His roommate was already there, sprawled face-down on the bed closest to the window and furthest from the bathroom that they would share with their next door neighbors.

The roommate looked up, eyes sharpening from lazy to suspicious in seconds. "Hey. You Nezumi?"

"Yeah. You're…?"

The roommate waited a beat, then rolled over and sat up. "Wait, you don't know my name?"

Nezumi shrugged, dropping his duffel on the bed and starting to unzip his bag. "Sorry, there were a lot of emails to sift through and my internet connection was shit. What's your name?"

"Inukashi," the roommate snorted, sprawling back on the bed and watching Nezumi unpack. "Is that all you brought?"

"It's all I've got so yeah."

"That's it? Seriously? Wow, I was expecting way worse."

Nezumi glanced up. "Why?"

"You're a theater major. I thought you'd have more… costumes or something."

"If I could afford it, sure. Can't, though. I'm just trying to make it through college without starving."

"Ah, there's the drama," Inukashi sighed.

"I'm working my way through this school," Nezumi snapped. "I'm not being dramatic, I'm being honest. I'm a year late cuz I had to save up."

Inukashi blinked. "Oh. Shit. Sorry."

Nezumi shrugged. He started tucking a few clothes into drawers and hung a leather jacket in his closet. "Have you met the neighbors yet?"

"Nah. Heard one go in and fuck his girlfriend real quick, though."

Nezumi snorted. "And college gets off to a great start."

"Hey, you're not the one who had to listen to it. It didn't sound pleasant for her."

"True. Glad you suffered and I didn't. You okay if I drink here?" He lifted a six pack out of his suitcase and set it carefully under his bed.

Inukashi frowned. "Um. Is that likely to happen a lot?"

"I mean, I don't have a birth certificate so I kind of just lied about my age when I was getting a drivers' license. It's technically legal for me to drink. I've gotten used to a certain lifestyle. Don't worry, I won't share."

"So long as I don't get stuck taking care of you, whatever. I have my own shit to deal with here. I don't want to have to worry about you and your weird problems."

Nezumi laughed once, harshly. "I can take care of myself, don't worry."

"Good."

Nezumi picked up his shower kit, which was stuffed with conditioners, and opened the bathroom door to find an albino boy staring blankly back at him. The albino boy grinned, his red eyes bloodshot and glassy. "Oh, hey, you must be my roommate!"

Nezumi turned to look at Inukashi, who held up both hands in a gesture of complete ignorance. He turned back to the grinning albino. "No. I'm not. We're neighbors. What's your name?"

"Aw, that's too bad. You look cool. Is this your roommate in there?" The albino leaned in the doorway under Nezumi's arm and waved at Inukashi, who glared back. "Hiya, are you a boy or a girl?"

Inukashi sputtered for a moment. "What? That's blunt! Who asks like that?"

"Actually," Nezumi said, squinting at Inukashi, "I checked 'I don't care' for rooming assignments. I don't know what I'm getting into. So. Which one?"

"Neither! Both! Who fucking cares? I checked 'I don't care' too, and 'other' on the gender question if that helps."

The albino boy piped up. "Sooo you're an it? A they? What?"

"I don't know! I haven't decided! College is a new start, why do I have to pick so soon?" Inukashi's hands were clenched furiously by their gender-ambiguous sides.

"All right, all right," Nezumi said, waving a calming hand. "You take your sweet time with gender identity or whatever. You," he turned back to the albino, "tell me your name."

"I'm Shion!"

"Are you high?"

"Yes." Shion's smile was slow-moving and shameless. "Very."

"Great," Inukashi said from their claimed bed. "I get a drunk and a sex fiend and a stoner all in my space. It's like a fuckin telenovela."

"It's college!" Shion yelled, throwing his hands in the air and almost hitting Nezumi in the face.

"I'll have you know I'm a fairly inconspicuous sex fiend," Nezumi said, shutting the bathroom door on Shion.

"Fuuuuckkkk," Inukashi groaned.