Shu has only ever wished for a quiet high school life--to go unnoticed, unbothered--and for the most part, he's gotten exactly that. Acknowledged but never in the spotlight, noted but never harassed. He's never thought to wish for something greater, never envisioned outright happiness as part of the plan--but here at the beginning of the year, a good thing has materialized.
He and Finn get to room together. It's only a small thing, an arrangement that probably won't carry over to next year, but one he'll enjoy while it lasts. They've been good friends since they were young--as long as Shu can remember, anyhow; most memories seem to have Finn in them some way or another--and he can't think of any friend he'd rather share his living space with. Finn is quiet, kind, undisruptive--the closest thing he could call a best friend in a small swathe of quasi-friendships, a guy practically anyone could like given the chance. There's a reason they've been close for as long as they have.
By the time lights-out is announced, he expects to be a lot more tired than he is, more worn out from the hustle and shuffle of the first day of the new year. But he's well in the hold of wakefulness, warm and actually looking forward to what comes next. It's an odd feeling--'okay' is both his high and his baseline. Excitement isn't really his territory. He rolls onto his side, props his head up on his elbow.
"It's...kind of hard to sleep, isn't it?" He gives a small, awkward smile, only too aware of how odd he's feeling. It's only a rooming arrangement, but still... "I barely knew my roommate last year. He was always sneaking off to party, so..."
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He and Finn get to room together. It's only a small thing, an arrangement that probably won't carry over to next year, but one he'll enjoy while it lasts. They've been good friends since they were young--as long as Shu can remember, anyhow; most memories seem to have Finn in them some way or another--and he can't think of any friend he'd rather share his living space with. Finn is quiet, kind, undisruptive--the closest thing he could call a best friend in a small swathe of quasi-friendships, a guy practically anyone could like given the chance. There's a reason they've been close for as long as they have.
By the time lights-out is announced, he expects to be a lot more tired than he is, more worn out from the hustle and shuffle of the first day of the new year. But he's well in the hold of wakefulness, warm and actually looking forward to what comes next. It's an odd feeling--'okay' is both his high and his baseline. Excitement isn't really his territory. He rolls onto his side, props his head up on his elbow.
"It's...kind of hard to sleep, isn't it?" He gives a small, awkward smile, only too aware of how odd he's feeling. It's only a rooming arrangement, but still... "I barely knew my roommate last year. He was always sneaking off to party, so..."
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