The snow was particularly heavy today, which didn’t help as I dragged my suitcase behind me.

  It was an odd time to transfer schools, or college to be exact. However, I didn’t really have a choice. If I didn’t transfer I would probably be kicked out.

  So, I wasn’t too excited about this transfer, but at least this college is considered better than my last.

  I watched my own breath appear and disappear. It will be winter break in two weeks so I probably won't make any friends. The odd timing of my transfer would mean that cliques had already formed so I’ll be an odd one out.

  Today I was going to get my dormitory which I was excited for. The last dorm room I had was shared by a slob who couldn’t clean up after himself.

  I’m not a clean freak, don’t get me wrong. But you have to at least pick up after yourself don’t you?

  I checked the GPS on my phone and found I was only three minutes away from the dorm building.

  “Finally…some warmth,” I muttered as I paused to rub my hands together. I’d forgotten to put on gloves.

  I trudged through the snow and dragged my suitcase behind me. It was frustratingly difficult when the sidewalks weren’t shoveled.

  Letting out a sigh, I finally found myself at the building that would house me for the next two years. After those two years are up, I’d finally be graduating.

  When I entered, the first thing I did was breathe a sigh of relief as the warm air surrounded me inch by inch.

  Before I could get my room I would need to get the key from the front desk, so hopefully that wouldn’t take too long. I made my way, suitcase in tow.

  “Hi, uhm, I’m transferring and need a key to my room,” I said, trying to keep my voice from squeaking. Socializing was something I definitely wasn’t an expert in.

  The—what looked to be—middle aged woman behind the desk gave me a weird look before replying, “You know it’s two weeks before winter break right? Why would you transfer now?”

  “Well, I didn’t really have a choice…”

  “Is that so? Well, why didn’t you have a choice?”

  I tried to smile at her question, it wasn’t a topic I wanted to get into so I politely told her I didn’t want to talk about it.

  With that, she gave a look of pity which annoyed me a bit, but I guess without a reason she probably thought something sad happened to me.

  “...Uhm. So about that key?”

  “Oh right, yes. Can I get your name just to see you in the system?”

  “Haru Kisaragi.”

  With that answer, she clicked away at her computer and her expression darkened a bit.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked with concern.

  She panicked a bit before saying, “well no… but. Kind of. You see, there are no more rooms in the boys dorms. Turns out some paperwork got mixed up in your transfer so…”

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  “How convenient. Does that mean I don’t have a room?”

  “Well, you do. It would have to be a room in the girls' side of the dorms.”

  To that, my mouth fell agape. I was an avid reader, so much so you could call me an addict. One thing I loved more than reading though, was reading romance novels.

  This felt like a cliche romcom set up.

  I gulped softly before getting nervous. Usually a guy would dream of this scenario, but the problem is… I’m a guy with zero social skills.

  This was a nightmare.

  “H-how long would it take for me to get a room at the boys’ dorms?”

  “Well, considering the time of your transfer it could take until next semester. Your best choice is just to accept it, or look for a hotel, but I doubt you kids make enough for that,” she laughed softly.

  This sucked.

  Real life doesn’t work like a romcom novel. If I made one wrong move I would just be labeled a pervert or a creep.

  Did I have a choice though? I have no real income right now and the only reason my tuition is paid for is because of scholarships.

  “...Sure. I guess I’ll take it. I won’t be sharing the room with anyone right?”

  “Of course not. A girl and a boy under the same roof will only result in disaster.”

  Phew, that’s one cliche avoided…

  As I internally sighed in relief, I waited patiently for her to get the key from one of the drawers at her desk.

  She handed the key to me with a smile.

  “Thank you, uhm…” I just realized I didn’t know her name.

  “Fumiko. You may call me Fumiko. Most of the students here just call me by my first name since they see me everyday.”

  I thanked her once more, this time with her name and took the key from her.

  As I turned to leave, she stopped me with another question, “Ah, one question before you leave. Is your hair dyed?”

  When she asked me the question, I tilted my head in confusion. Dyed?

  I pulled on my bangs to see my own hair and then it finally hit me. It’s been a while since I looked in a mirror so I completely forgot. My hair was naturally white, just like snow.

  “Nope, it’s natural. I can’t really do anything about it, why?”

  “Ah, that’s odd…Not an everyday color. It’s because the school doesn’t allow dyed hair so people aren’t distracted by anything eye-catching.”

  “That does make sense. Well, it’s not dyed.”

  I thanked her once more, and she smiled at my reply to her question. I waved at her before leaving to be polite and made my way towards the stairs.

  “I wish there was an elevator… Actually, I just forgot to ask…”

  I cursed myself under my own realization, but I didn’t want to go back and ask. It would be far too awkward.

  So, I forced myself to drag the suitcase up the stairs. The key was from room 311, so it probably meant it was on the third floor.

  Damn, the whole mess up with me being in the girls’ dorms made me forget a bunch of important questions.

  When I reached the third floor, I began to glance at the number plates by each door. Turns out I was on the opposite end of the building from where my room was since I was next to room 351.

  I sighed again out of frustration and made my way towards my room.

  There were a few girls that walked past me, each giving me a strange look which wasn’t too surprising.

  When I reached the door to my room, it just so happened that the person living next to me was stepping out.

  Despite myself, I couldn’t help but look at her for a bit longer than I probably should have. Which is why it probably resulted in her next words:

  “Disgusting.”

  With a face full of disgust, she said those words and walked down the hall until she disappeared. I was too stunned to move.

  I wasn’t even in the building for 15 minutes and I already got called disgusting…

  This is why novels are just novels…