A/N: I think Ken is Lawful Neutral.
Now out of the car, Ken carried his bag and walked up the few steps to the dorm door. The steps were a bit too big for his taste. The glasses man followed him in long strides. Grown-up men had long legs. Ken reached for the doorknob and opened the door with a creaking sound.
The lounge had basic furniture. TV. A table. Sofa. What Ken immediately noticed were two teenagers sitting on the sofa.
"Good evening, Mister Chairman." A redhead at the sofa gave the man a polite nod.
"Hello," a silver-haired man said. He turned to Ken's direction. "Have a seat, kiddo."
Kiddo...? Ken did not say that out loud and took a seat.
"Thanks for the car, Mitsuru. A limousine is always nice to drive in," the man with glasses walked to the table and sat on one of the chairs. "So, this is our new guest."
"My name is Ken Amada. It's nice to meet you," he said. "I'm sorry my arrival is so sudden. Is there a contract for me to sign?"
"There is no such thing like that, and we could understand your situation, Amada," the redhead said. "Good evening. My name is Mitsuru Kirijo. I'm one of the students who live in this dorm. I didn't expect you to arrive so late."
Mitsuru talked like the script was planned beforehand, something Ken understood and did on many occasion. "I didn't expect to move here so soon, either. As in, in a day."
"Hey, I'm Akihiko Sanada," the silver-haired man said. "Mitsuru's classmate. I also live here. Welcome, I guess?"
"My name is Shuji Ikutsuki," the man in glasses said. "You must be tired from all the excitement. You should rest early, Ken-kun."
Adults assuming things. Ken didn't have a reason to argue, so he didn't. Akihiko led Ken up the stairs. The hallway was not too long. Akihiko stopped in front of one of the doors.
"Your room," Akihiko said. "Rest well." He did not look back. The man walked to a door and entered his room.
Ken did the same and tried to get some sleep. It was harder than expected. He tossed around on the bed. It was unfamiliar. He had never stayed in a dorm before. Calm down, Ken. Think about tomorrow. The next day, he was free. He could explore the dorm in more detail. First, he took a shower. The bathroom shouldn't be too hard to find. Then, there should be food in the kitchen. If not, he had some money. The station wasn't too far and he could walk there. People here would most likely talk to him that evening. Nothing he couldn't handle. Everything was okay.
Ken took a deep breath and covered himself with the blanket. At least the bed was softer than the one at that place, but nothing could compare to his bed at home.
He woke up. It was quiet. He was alone in the dorm.
Ken would have to enter his own school soon, but for now, he was free. The seniors from yesterday went to their school. The chairman was out.
Ken explored the dorm. He found the bathroom on the fourth floor. There was also a big room with a big door. It was locked. He saw a vending machine and paid for a can of soda.
Ken wasn't too picky on breakfast. He sat at a chair and turned on the news, holding a cup of noodles with hot steam.
The dorm was… normal. A nice place to stay.
Ken got bored of the TV and went outside. He bought takoyaki and ate it. He walked along the streets and found himself at the Naganaki Shrine, and he went to the graveyard nearby.
It took him a while to find his mother's name. Ken knelt down and prayed, in a way that a nine years old child could.