I heard the satisfying click of the zipper forcing apart as I tugged my small pack open. Leon was still engrossed in the application of his makeup, and I was right, he did have more…I sighed as I pulled over a thin white sheet over the dorm mattress, and threw a few pillows over. The blond stared at me in shock as I finished off my bed with a fuzzy penguin themed blanket.

"Um? Leon?" I waved my hand in front of his wide eyes, "Are you okay?"

"I-is that all you have?"

I shouldn't be surprised. Miss Froufrou over here has a bad case of the frills.

"I thought we went over this before." I crossed my arms, getting a bit impatient with my diva of a roommate, "I don't need anything else." I began to unpack the things for actual work, pencils, calculator, the works and slapped them on my desk, "Maybe it should be me asking the question." I nodded my head towards his desk, "Where are your class materials?"

His eyes grew large, like an abandoned puppy. I laughed at the image playing in my mind before confronting him, "Like for studying?"

He pulled out a sketchbook, from seemingly nowhere; I don't want to guess where it came from, "Well, all I really need is this."

"I'll take your word for it." Standing back, I realized the room was perfectly divided in two. My side, a jumble of penguins, papers, and pencils, and his side that looked like it came right out of the Barbie Dreamhouse.

"Did I ever tell you, I love your accent." He was clearly trying to change the topic, I respect that, "So Canada eh?"

"Yes." I felt a dull pain, gnawing away at my stomach, "Are you as hungry as I am?"

He shrugged, "You can go, if you want." He grabbed his murder mystery off the covers and leaned back in his chair, "I'll come after this chapter."

Reading, now? I was just about the turn the handle to leave when I heard a loud knock on the door. I yanked it open to see a guy looking up at me through thick, black-rimmed glasses. He was wearing a white oxford shirt, with only the three middle buttons intact. His fitted black pants fell over short similarly colored boots, and his brown hair was loose, uncombed.

"C-Can you tell me what time it is?" He shifted unsteadily on his feet, his gold chain rocking back and forth. He had a faint British accent, like one of those European rock stars.

I threw my head back towards Leon and raised an eyebrow, "6:23 p.m." he articulated the p and the m.

"6:23." I leaned on the doorway, "Where are you going?"

"Shoot!" He shoved the glasses higher up his nose and took off down the hall.

"See you around!" I called after him. I felt Leon's tap on my shoulder,

"Who was that?"

"Umm, this kid, with brown hair, glasses, button down shirt, mostly unbuttoned…" My eyes fell to his chest, "Friend of yours?"

"No, but I think I know who that is." Leon began to fan himself with his novel, "T-t-that's Ki-Kiyoteru. Ki-yo-te-ru Hi-ya-ma!"

"Really the Kiyoteru Hiyama?" wait, "I have no idea who that is."

Leon puffed out his cheeks, and curled his fists, "How do you not know the band Ice Mountain? Kiyoteru is the lead singer." His fingers relaxed, "It's probably because you're foreign."

"It's. Just. Canada."

"Oh well. If he's here maybe then the whole band is here!" he began to bounce like an over-excited fangirl.

"No."

"You can't stop me." He grabbed a rose from his nearby vase and shoved it in his front pocket and skipped out the door.

"Is this guy for real?" I muttered to myself, as I pulled out a book from the bottom of my backpack and placed it on the shelf above. It was a Dr. Seuss book, Hop on Pop. The two little yellow thingies were bouncing on the father yellow thing apparently. I smiled nostalgically. I feel so old.

"Eh~ Guy from Canada!" I heard the words echo down the hall and immediately adjusted my sweater and straightened myself out. Here comes the Gumi Bear.

There aren't enough stories with Ice Mountain Kiyoteru.

So here he is. Attracting all of the nearby fangirls. And Leon.

We'll see what Al does about it.

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