Warning and Disclaimer: First Chapter

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A/N: So sorry for the (very) late update. We almost forgot about this one but Youtube happens and triggered things. Regardless, it was me (Vanilla) who will be in charge of this chapter. I don't know how well it is going to be but beware of failed attempts in humor, countless misspelling and grammars (oh grammars), cheesy lines, awkwardly OOC-ness, and many more. I am still hoping you enjoy it though.

Happy reading…? –Vanilla

[See the end of pagesfor more Author's Note]


Chapter 3: Worth It

A pair of lavender eyes fluttered open as they gazed sleepily at the ceiling. The owner sat up slowly before a quiet moaning escaped his dried lips. He rubbed his eyes to chase away the sleepiness.

Art let his gaze swept around for a moment before regain the fact that he was in his new occupied room. His gaze landed on another bed which he found his dorm-mate sleeping in a mess position.

Not fully regained all his soul, the teen slowly get up from bed and automatically checked the clock that seems to glare at him with the way those 7.00 lighten in red-gleam so tensely.

Letting out a yawn, Art stretched his cramped arms and legs before heaving a relaxed sigh. Totally awake by now, the teen decide that he might as well take a morning walk when he awoke early.

Taking a slight thick jacket and a pair of sports shoes, he was about to walk away before stopped in track. He looked back at his dorm-mate and then the windows on the north side wall. Seemingly considering some things, Art walked closer toward the window and with a soft thump, he pushed it up to let the cool breeze air entering the room. Art loved this moment and named it "Natural Air Conditioning".

A slight groan caught his attention before diverted his gaze at the other teen that looked uncomfortable for being suddenly assaulted by the cold air. He unconsciously tried to take the blanket up only to find that it was nowhere close and resulting those brows to furrow on his forehead.

The sight was quite amusing, if you ask Art personally. The latter smiled a little before walked closer to take the abandoned blanket that probably getting kicked out by the owner around if the way the teen sleep was any indication. Putting the blanket onto the teen carefully, Art didn't surprise to see the other instantly sinking deeply behind the blanket, all the way mumbling incoherent things.

Taking a last look, Art begin to turn back and walk toward the door before opening it.

"I am going," he said quietly before closing the door with a soft click.

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A slight groan coming from a lump on a certain bed before a head emerged from a thick pile of blanket. A sleepy pair of blue eyes gazed absent-mindedly on a wall before mechanically eyed the innocent openly window with accusation look.

A soft click caught his attention before he turned his head lazily to meet the newcomer. "I see you've awake. Good morning," the latter greeted calmly and Nice liked that because anything beside "calm" in every sense of word is not one thing he ever eager to face first in the morning when it was just a nice, refresh, peaceful one (the fact that he was assaulted by the cold air a moment ago was thrown off in somewhere). Nice would also add that, little cold couldn't make him to catch a sudden hypothermia but still, the teen prefer warm air instead, cold one was making this laziness cells brain-washing his mind and his body suddenly gained an invisible weight in a point that lifting a hand was so much pain in the ass.

"Mm… G'morning." Successfully mumbling a proper greetings, Nice was about to lie back because the room suddenly get warm and the bed is calling so temptingly that he cannot resist. Everything was so much perfect until his eyes caught the sight of the other.

Art was wearing a nice looking v-neck dark slate gray sweeter with a bone colored shirt underneath. The pair of olive jeans hugged his frame quite nicely too. The teen was in the middle of arranged his books and here Nice was, staring shamelessly, blatantly and with his brain not working properly, from all things that formed automatically in his sleepy head, it has to be "You look astonishing," he said a bit dreamily.

Art was stopped abruptly as he was giving him this alarmingly look like Nice was just admitted that he was a stalker before he gave a proper answer. "Uh…thank you?" which didn't come out right. "Anyway, you should get up." Dismissing the odds, Art pointed at the clock. "And get ready," he added after a bit thought.

The brunet sat up unwillingly before eyeing the thing the other pointed at. "Hm?" His eyes suddenly snapped wide open. "SHIT!" He get up and almost fell on the process but managed to balance himself before rushed toward the bathroom. Art cringed at the loud bam. He was beginning to feel guilty. For another reason.

While the showering sound preoccupied the room, Art choose to clean up the mess horrifyingly created by the brunet as a sign of apologize. Besides, he has nothing to do except to go straight to class.

Picked up a book, his eyes wondered at the mess in other's bed. He did not realize earlier but now that he took a good look, there are a lot books scattered on the bed. Picking them up, Art also noted that they are all hard books, mainly talk about philosophies and different perspectives around them which is a bit weird choices for common youngster these days, especially one like him. Not that he could say it indifferently since some of books looked familiar for he has read them too but still.

Hearing a soft turn of door and since the showering sound has long ended meaning that the other has finished his bath. Taking up the books to his torso level, Art turned back. "Uh, excuse me but, where should I—"the rest was forced out in a squeak as his eyes widened a bit at the sight of his dorm-mate, freshly came out of the bath and hairs sticking to his skin thanks to the remained water which also make his skin glistening, filling up his view. A towel that was hanging innocently on his neck has intentionally leaded him to the realization that the brunet was topless. Of course, he was just having a bath please, his mind reminded him unhelpfully. The problem was, they are so close which Art found himself uncomfortable for the sudden invasion of his private spaces and the scent of pines did absolutely nothing to do with that.

Taking a step back, he was almost dropped the pile of books if not taken by their owner. "Oh, sorry. I am planning to clean it myself if I were to wake up a bit earli-SHIT! IT'S ALMOST EIGHT!" Suddenly looking like the world is going to end soon, the brunet was frantically put the books back with not so much care that they ended up in a mess again. The brunet then gasped as Art looked at him. "My luggage!" he said exasperatedly and before it got any worse, the lilac-haired teen opened his mouth. "Uh, Satou-kun isn't it? Your luggage is arrived around this morning and I put them just exactly beside you," he pointed and sure, the empty space below Nice's bed was now occupied by two big and familiar bags. Nice was beaming slightly before processing to fish out his clothes. "Thanks!" Eyeing the sight with contemplative gaze, Art surrender as his sighing heavily.

"Uh…Satou-kun?" the lilac-haired teen called. Hesitation coloring his tone in which making the other wonders, "hmm?" Nice hummed in response before taking out a few things. "What is it?" he asked after a long pause.

"I am sorry!"

Nice stopped whatever rummaging he did as he turned to stare at the other."For what?" he asked in uncertainty. He was surprised when Art bowed slightly in what Nice felt was regret. "Due to a habit, I always set my clock 45 minutes earlier so…I am sorry for telling you belatedly!" he confessed.

Ah…he finally said it. He was mentally prepared to get yell at but physically prepared to get punch was another whole question.

The punch or the yelling didn't come though. Art was silently wondering if the punch did come and he was in verge of fainted and all of this was just the remaining of his consciousness that saved for the regrets and or "what if"s moments like that those on dramas. No, wait. Art did not watch drama. His mother did. And since there were just two of them, the teen was likely to become the sole victim on hearing out his mother's rambling about those melodramatic soap dramas. Okay, he was sidetracking here.

Deciding that taking a peek wouldn't cost him an eye, he was met with Nice staring at him, wearing that unnerving blank stare which Art personally choose something rather than that. Grimacing, the teen tried to call out. "Umm…Satou-kun?"

Groaning, Nice suddenly lie on the cool wooden floor, not caring that he wasn't wearing any t-shirt because the world doesn't strangle him anymore. Art careful but worried face came to his vision, and Nice found himself staring, noting mentally that the lilac-haired teen has a mole below his left eye that he found quite…an eye-catching. Fixated on his face, Nice realized that he might be…no, definitely, making a weird face if the sudden changes of expression on the other, which remind him of someone whose sweet drink switched off to a black coffee, was any indication.

"Uh… I am fine," he replied awkwardly, he sat up to face the other. Thinking that it is rude if he keep talking unleveled, Art sat up across the brunet. "It's okay to get mad. It was all my fault for not telling you beforehand and your morning was... not that can be count as a pleasant one," he said, tone still rich with regrets.

Nice eyeing him before reverted his gaze to the ceiling. "Frankly," he began. "I want to get mad because you know… Who wouldn't if you were being wake up like the worlds gonna end in any minutes soon and sleep became like a precious limited item that you willingly die to get for," he paused to spare a glance at the clock, "... Only to find out later that you still actually have that deservedly 30 minutes to sleep back? Yup. Call me if you find someone as tolerable as that."

Art knew that something like that will surely brought up, but! He beginning to feel guiltier the more the brunet talk, "But I am not," Nice finished while grinning slightly. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not someone with high tolerance like that. In fact, I'm far from it," the brunette said while slightly grimacing. "It's just that, somehow, I couldn't find the will to get mad." The boy glance at the ceiling before turn back at the lylac-haired lad. "As much as weird it's sounded, but that's the truth," he said while putting shirt before he caught a cold cause today was definitely not his day.

Art blinked at him before frowning. "Is... that really okay?" he asked carefully. He was receiving a weird look from the other. "What? Are you really wanted to get mad at? Woah... not expecting you to be utterly admitted being an M though." The brunet smirked playfully before stood up.

"An M?" Art asked out-loudly. Nice walked toward the mess of books that he made. "Masochist," he replied helpfully.

Art gaped. "Wha…? I-I am not!" he decline, cheeks slightly coloring. The brunet was putting the book accordingly as he laughed. "Haha, sorry. It was just a joke." Giving a last look at the neat arrangement he made, he turned to face the other and Nice couldn't help but ask. "Are you pouting?" he asked incredulously.

Sensing that he was beginning to lose composure, Art coughed a little. "I am not," he answered tonelessly. "Alright, back to the topic..." he was regarded with Nice's boring look but dismissed it quickly. "Even if you say so, it didn't sit well with me. Is there something, anything, I can help you with?" he asked, almost desperately.

Nice sighed tiredly. "Art, my friend. Could you be loosen up a bit and just receive the good from others?" he then leaned back with his hands. "It wouldn't kill you at least." The brunet added as he let out a yawn.

Art was contemplating, not entirely sure about the argument. "But... I—I am not used to," he said weakly before receiving another heavy sigh from the brunet. "You don't have too," he said exasperatedly. Isn't this guy adorably pure? "Please, don't make me sound like I just convince you to commit murders." Nice could hear the migraine going to assault him.

"Look Art, how do I say it, you are going to live in this dorm. The other occupants all are bastards—don't give me that look, I am not one of them—and they got this insanely ridiculous demands to satisfy themselves."

Art regarded him with bored look. "Yeah. Sure. I can see it," he said tonelessly.

"What's with that?" Nice grunted slightly before coughed. "Ehem. Okay. Anyway, the point is," he said as he turned a little bit serious that he should be. "If you keep that too kind personality and behaving too politely, they will take advantages on you," he ended persuasively and Art was blatantly gave him a blank look.

"How's that?" Nice pressed again.

"If there are things that I need to elaborate are; first, my manners are not something so bad for you to make it sounded so wrong. I am a bit offended here. And second, I am not going to be taken advantages that easily," Art said as he sighed. This whole conversation was pointless and tiring. How come they ended up with this again?

The brunet hummed in response. "Of course I know, you are taking a law major after all. It's a given that you have to be observant, BUT the possibilities still there," he said before stood up, leaving Art blinking in his place.

'How did he—'

"Hey…" Any thought that had just perched on his mind suddenly disappeared, leaving Art's mind in blank state.

"Art?" Nice tried again, silently raising an eyebrow when the other turned to face him with a confused look. "What's wrong?"

Art was quiet for a moment before shrugging. "It's nothing. You just indirectly gave me a momentary amnesia."

Somehow, Art managed to say that in an annoyed tone which received an unbelievable look from the brunet, "The hell?" Nice was sure he wasn't say or doing anything that have to do with amnesiac thing.

The lilac-haired teen then stood up. "No, never mind," he said in a far from convincing tone that the brunet took it as 'Too bothersome to repeat.'

The latter leering at him, "And here I thought you couldn't be sarcastic," he said as he put the green earphone around his neck.

Art shoot him a confused look. "When am I being sarcastic?" he asked genuinely. Where did that come from though?

Which in turn, the brunet grinned victoriously at him. "Well, never. Mind."

Touché.

Art was giving him a glare while the brunet dismissed it with a laugh.

At least, Nice was convinced that he's gonna have lots of fun with this new dorm-mate of him.

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To be continue


A/N: That's it. Too short for two years period, don't you think?

Well, Choco will take the next chapter and hopefully, it will be out less in a month (or better yet, a week). Let us know if you enjoy it so far by dropping a review, a cookie, a sundae, or anything that would make us know you are enjoying it.

Oh, and this chapter's title is "Worth It" by Fifth Harmony;KiD Ink. Obviously wasn't ours.

Lastly, have a nice day.

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