...I don't have much to say. For once. Uhhh...am I getting all this boarding school stuff right? ...Probably not. I've never been to one, and I've only read a couple stories involving them. So if I'm not, I'm sorry.

Oh yeah. And my version of Matthis is the manga one. So he's not cowardly or obsessing over his sister's safety. He's protective, but in a more badass way. Just so you know.

And most of the songs that I include in this story with be songs from anywhere between 2000 and 2010. I listen to more of those than some of the more modern ones.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Fire Emblem cast or the Vampire Academy elements incorporated into the story. I also don't own any of the songs mentioned or quoted. If I did, all this would be happening more often.

Here you go with the chapter.

"Ugh…same room again?" Edward groaned at the slip of paper giving him dorm MB3, the same as it had been for the past two years. He was the only person he knew who had been given the same on-campus dorm every single year. He let out a loud sigh as he put the paper away and approached the door to the dorm. "At least I know where it is."

The key budged in the keyhole, causing the brunet to puff out his cheeks in irritation. "Just my luck. The knob's still aligned wrong." He pushed the doorknob down with one hand as he turned the key with the other, letting out a short breath when the lock clicked, allowing him access to the dorm.

Every dorm housed two students from each year. It consisted of a kitchen, a large living room, and two hallways. Each hallway had two bedrooms and two bathrooms. Students from the same year shared a bedroom and adjoining bathroom.

Upon entering the dorm, Edward found that everyone save for the other third-year was present. Of course, it was only natural, as first-years received their dorms first at orientation, then fourth-years, seeing as it was their last year, then second-years, and then finally third-years. The fourth-years present were Matthis and Abel, drinking what smelled like coffee in the kitchen and reminiscing about their time at the school. A bright-green-haired first-year sat in one of the chairs, leafing through the contents of a fire tome. The other first-year, a blunet Edward recognized as Marth's younger brother, Rickard, was laying stomach-first on the floor and scribbling something on a notepad, moving his head to the tune of whatever music he had in his ears, mouthing the words, which looked to be In the End by Linkin Park.

Edward walked over to the sofa facing away from him and tapped that familiar fluff of hair on Chad's head, prompting the second-year to look up and remove an earbud. "Oh hey," the younger brunet said, hanging the cord over his ear. "You got the same room again?"

"Hard to believe, right?" Edward asked sarcastically, moving around to sit down next to him, plopping his duffel bag down at his feet. "It's only been the third year in a row." He nodded to the other second-year sitting across from him, his feet propped up on the coffee table. "Long time no see, Tomas."

The teen looked up from whatever he was writing and nodded back. "Edward. What have you been up to this summer?"

"Not much, really. What are you writing?"

"Hm?" He shook his head slightly. "It's not writing."

Edward furrowed his brow. "What is it, then?"

"Oh, I know what that is," the green-haired first-year replied enthusiastically, sitting down next to Tomas, his tome closed in his hand. "It's KenKen. It's a type of math puzzle that requires a good deal of solving skills to work out completely. You're the one Roshea said he makes them for, right?" he asked the elder teen, who nodded in response.

Chad's eyebrows raised in surprise. "'Math puzzles'? I honestly couldn't see you as a Sudoku-type guy, Tomas."

Tomas chuckled lightly. "Just because I'm always running doesn't mean I don't know how to think, thanks."

"When you combine a mathlete and a tracklete, you get a Tomas," Edward muttered to himself. "…Huh."

A knock at the door brought everyone's attention – well, save for Rickard, who was now singing Katy Perry out loud – away from their conversations and to the door. Matthis moved from the kitchen to the living room and the door, coffee mug still in his hand. He pulled up on the knob and twisted it, opening the door to reveal the other third-year. And guess who it was.

"This…is the right room, right?" the blond Moroi asked, furrowing his brow. "MB3?"

Matthis nodded. "Yes. Couldn't get the key to turn?"

"I-…Y-yeah," he answered, looking down, a light blush creeping up on his face.

"Don't worry about it," the fourth-year told him, a hint of amusement in his voice. "The knob's not aligned properly. You have to push down on it from the outside and pull up from the inside to get it to turn."

"Really?" He looked back up. "How long has it been like that?"

"At least the past two, three years," Edward answered, kneeling on the couch to properly look over the back. "I would know. I've had this dorm every year I've been here. Don't know why they haven't fixed it yet."

"Yeah," the green-haired first-year piped up. "My dad keeps talking to the headmaster about getting it, along with other things, fixed, but they haven't done anything yet. That's how I knew about it from the get-go."

"Huh?" Tomas jerked his head to the boy. "Who's your dad?"

"Ah, right. Lugh here is Professor Reglay's son," Chad said.

The elder second-year blinked for a second. "Reglay has a kid?" he asked in disbelief.

The brunet smirked lightly. "Two, actually. Lugh, and his twin brother Raigh. We grew up together."

"…Well."

" 'Cause Baby you're a Fiiiiiirewooork! Come on show 'em Whaaaaaat you're Wooorth! Make 'em go: Oh, oh, oh, as you shoot across the Skie-ie-iiie! "

"Okay, WHAT is sounding like a drowning Glameow?!" Tomas cried, dropping his papers on his lap to cover his ears.

Abel rolled his eyes and sighed, walking over to Rickard and pulling one of his earbuds out, getting the boy's attention. "Prince," he started, clearly semi-exasperated, "as good as you may sound most times, PLEASE do not try to sing Katy Perry while you can't hear yourself."

"Wha-…Ooh…Whoops," he said with a sheepish grin, causing the fourth-year to slap his forehead and groan.

Edward chuckled lightly, not realizing the blond had approached him until he spoke up behind him. "Excuse me…"

"Huh?" The brunet turned around to face the blond, who was surprisingly close to him. They both pulled back slightly, flushed. "Okay, woah, too close."

"S-sorry," he apologized. "But I just…thought I had recognized you from somewhere. Have we…"

"…met before?" Edward finished, furrowing his brow. "Yeah, I know. I feel like I know you from somewhere; I just can't place where. What's your name?"

"Oh, sorry. I should have done that from the beginning, huh?" the blond held out a hand. "I'm Leonardo. You?"

"…Edward," he replied, shaking the hand. A few awkward moments passed between the two. "So…"

Leonardo took back his hand and looked away, blushing. "I-I'm sorry. I'm not too good at…social interactions. I'm not used to speaking to others who aren't family or servants."

Edward couldn't help but chuckle at the circumstances. "That definitely sounds familiar. Don't worry. You're not the first person I've had to help cure their shyness. Sure, she's not all that outgoing yet, but she's definitely come far in a year."

The blond slowly started moving his gaze back. "What happened to your arm?" he asked, noticing the bandages.

"Huh?" The brunet looked to his hand and flexed it. "Salt and ice challenge," he lied. He shook his head. "It's the last time I ever take one of Volug's dares." Technically it wasn't a full lie. Earlier in the summer, Volug had challenged Edward to see how long he could stand salt and ice on his bare skin. He lasted about a minute-and-a-half, but it killed his arm to do it. He noticed Leonardo's confused expression. "Ah, right. Volug's a good friend of mine. You'll see in the morning."

His eyes widened slightly. "In the morning? You mean…?"

Edward snorted lightly. "What, you thought I was going to leave you alone? You're new here. I can't let you just run off and cause trouble. You're my responsibility now, like it or not. You're coming with me tomorrow."

Baby-blue eyes met deep violet-brown ones, and Leonardo gave a small, shy smile. "…Thank you. I appreciate it. Really."

"No problem."