You had never realized that your wardrobe consisted of suits and ratty-looking jeans and T-shirts before now, as you actually wanted to look nice for a boy. You should have listened to your mother and bought that nice V-neck blouse before you went off. You hated caring what you looked like aside from professional (and if you had a male judge, one button wouldn't kill anyone, right?); it was hard work!
Choosing the nicest of the t-shirts, you ran out to grab the promised nuggets before stopping by Kankri's dorm room. You hoped he didn't have an obnoxious roommate. Or that no one would stop you, a girl in the boy's dorm and all. The rules didn't forbid it (you had actually read them; it's quite possible you were the only one, save dress code.) but that didn't mean a teacher wouldn't spot you and decide it was inappropriate. Or worse, a drunken frat boy, who thought you were there for his own entertainment. You'd hate to have to get in a fight on your first day of college. Not to mention the fine print of your contract said that you couldn't get in any trouble, or you could be forced to pay way more than you had money for when they took away said scholarship. You found his door, number 221, and knocked three times, short, sharp taps. You heard nothing, and was ready to call his name when it opened, and standing within was Kankri in black sweatpants, and nothing else. His hair was wet and pushed behind his ear, and his face lit up bright red when he saw you, terror emerging in his eyes as he slammed the door back closed. You were about ten minutes early, and he must have still been getting dressed, though why he freaked out was anyone's guess. You went to public school, and after the bell rang, it seemed like every guy, nice body or not, ended up shirtless on their way out. You had seen a chest before, but he was apparently embarrassed of his lanky body. When he opened it again a moment later, his hair was combed and he had on a red T-Shirt. His face was still about the same shade, and you smiled at him.
"Please, come in. I'm sorry for my previous state of indecency." He said, moving from the doorway and gesturing for you to come in.
"It's fine. I've seen guys with their shirts off before. It's no big deal. I brought fast food. Ground up, questionable meat, covered in equally sketchy batter and fried in week-old oil. It's the mystery that makes it taste so good." you joked, setting the package down on the small table in the center of his single-bed dorm room. He laughed, probably a pity laugh, and it sounded just a fluid and lovely as his voice.
"I suppose that could be part of it. Not to mention we have to mentally justify a million calories somehow, don't we?" so he read the same psych books as you. Was there anything that wasn't perfect about this guy?
"That's true. We should have just eaten the entire Kroger bakery instead. Probably better for us. But thats effort." you opened the box and popped one in your mouth, taking a drink of the large Dr. Pepper you'd gotten with it.
"Speaking of effort, should we work on our case now? I would think we should finish the work we came for first, and perhaps chat afterward. I'd hate to get so interested in a conversation that we end up with nothing done." he suggested, pulling out his laptop, and making you remember that you had forgotten your own.
"Stupid!" you smacked your forehead, and grit your teeth, until you realized he thought you meant his idea and was somewhere between indignation and crying. "I forgot my laptop in my dorm." you explained, and he nodded, happy not to have been the source of your scorn.
"I could look up the information, and you begin forming the portions we would use in our case, and which portions would be used in rebuttal speeches." He suggested, which was brief, because you didn't want to go all the way across campus to get yours, and you hated research anyway. It was boring, and you only did it because it was a means to the end of making good arguments.
"Thanks. Research away, partner mine, and we shall have the greatest Affirmative case to ever live!" You overexagerated the words, striking a captain Morgan pose in the air a breif moment before sitting down and waiting for him to give you something to work with.

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You looked at the clock, and nearly choked on air. Somehow six hours had passed, and it was midnight, far past the curfew for first year students. You sighed, wondering if sneaking around you house at night was training enough to make it all the way across the campus without being spotted. You were making a plan of attack when Kankri came out of the closet with a blanket.
"If you wish, you may stay here tonight, and I will try and remind you to depart before eleven on any other nights you may come over." He said, his cheeks pink again.
"Thanks, Kankri. All I need is them getting mad and taking my scholarship away. Floor looks comfy anyway." You took it, and grinned at him when he curled his face up in what appeared to be personal insult.
"I would never allow a lady to sleep on the floor. My bed, thus far remains unused by myself, and the sheets cleaned, and so you would sleep on it while I take the floor." He wasn't asking...he was telling you that you were going to take his bed because he refused to be impolite.
"Or, since we're both adults here, we could both sleep in the bed. It's big enough and I don't starfish, I promise." You countered, and he sighed. He was just as aware as you that this could turn into a full on debate with sources and contentions in only a few moments, and that would leave neither of you sleeping at all.
"Very well. But we are NOT sharing a blanket. I have to maintain some chivalry, after all." He went and grabbed another, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his cuteness. He was such a gentleman, and you had been under the impression they didn't exist anymore, if they ever had.
"Thank you, Kankri. You're adorable." You placed a kiss on his cheek as he walked back into the room, causing him to heat up again, face just as crimson as before, brining another laugh from your throat.
"You enjoy manipulating me, don't you?" he pouted, trying to hide his smile.
"No, I enjoy watching how cute your blush is. There's a difference. Now come on, I have morning class tomorrow." you jumped into his bed, wrapping yourself in the warm, soft down blanket of dark blue that he'd given you.
"Why do I feel like this is the start of every nerd fetish porno on the Internet?" He mumbled in dismay, getting in beside you, and making sure there was blanket between you. You laughed one last time, before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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Kankri woke up, rubbing his eyes as his natural clock told him it was around eight and time for him to start getting ready for his morning class. That was when he noticed that the shower connected to his dorm (he'd demanded that in his scholarship. He couldn't stand community showers.) was running. Then that the girl who had been beside him wasn't thus anymore. So there was a girl in his shower. Naked. Using his soap and towels and did he mention she was NAKED? Needless to say, he blushed again, and freaked out.
After a moment of deep breathing, he went over to the bathroom door and knocked, trying to keep his voice from cracking as he called her name. What he hadn't expected was for the water to turn off, and her be standing with only a towel covering her body, and head leaning out to ask him what he needed. He bit his lip,and took several more deep breathes.
"A-are you almost d-done with the shower?" He asked, and she blushed a bit, and smiled.
"Yeah. Hold on, just let me get dressed." she responded, closing the door again. He fell back against the door, forehead hot against cool, painted wood. He was such an idiot. He had a naked woman in his bathroom, and he just asked if she were almost done, as if he just wanted her gone and away from him as soon as possible. She probably thought he was gay for not at least flirting. Not that he knew how to flirt, unless stating the various hormones and neurotransmitters that contributed to sex and love and saying that his were made abnormally high in her presence. Now that he thought about it, she was just dorky enough to go for it, and at least she wouldn't have heard it before. Maybe later...

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You were late to class again, this time algebra 103. The teacher didn't seem to mind, but gave you the "don't do it again" look and moved on to the rest of the lecture in which she laid down the basic skills that would be needed for obtaining a satisfactory grade in the class. You knew how to do about two, and there were six of them. No matter how many problems the professor did on the board, you were left utterly confused, and ready to just fail out and work fast food for the rest of your life. Sighing as the bell rang out in shrill mocking of your confusion, you decided that you would just ask Kankri, and hope that he knew what he was doing since he had already taken the class, being a sophomore and all.
When you arrived at practice, however, math veered from your focus as you heard the guys crowded around a clearly embarrassed Kankri and using what you called "guy talk voices", that is to say, scathing tones filled with warmth underneath that only guy friends used.
"Come on man, we saw her leaving your dorm room soaking wet. You totally hit that!" Dirk said, and your face turned as bright as your partner's.
"No! We just went over evidence and then she was there past curfew, and she used my shower. It was nothing like that, she's a nice girl!" he said, seemingly more offended by the fact they assumed you were the sort to sleep with him so soon than their judging of his character.
"Dude, it's alright. If she likes you, sleeping with you doesn't make her a whore. It makes her a human." John said, seeming to try and allay his fears for the purpose of an admission.
"If my bastard brother got laid, he wouldn't still have that stick so far up his ass it effects his speech. He didn't get any, so stop bugging him." Karkat yelled, thought whether he was defending his brother, or putting him down, you were incapable of telling.
"Who's getting laid?" you asked, choosing that moment to walk in and make your presence known. They all jumped, and you mentally laughed so hard your brain-abdomen hurt.
"No one!" Kankri yelled, huffing and glaring at you.
"Uh...okay..." You muttered, sitting down and waiting for the coach to show up and yell the awkward tension out of the room, as was his specialty.
Regardless, you still got Kankri to agree to letting you go to his dorm again, though he would be cooking this time. He would help you with math, and then you'd move on to figuring out the rest of your case, and finding new evidence.
You remembered your laptop, and he remembered his timer. At promptly eleven, he all but kicked you out, and you were left wondering if he really was of the opinion that you were the unsavory sort of girl that a genius like himself would want nothing to do with. You only hoped you could change his mind.