A Sudden Roommate [Echizen/Valerie]

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Echizen crouches down by the door, setting the large cardboard box down with a grunt and straightening her back out. She huffs a tired breath from her lips before pulling a piece of paper from her pocket to double check her room assignment. She was still incredibly unused to doing heavy lifting after her break, but she felt it was a necessary change to make to move her everyday belongings out to her dorm. She fidgets around in her purse absentmindedly for the key, jumping a bit as her mother's hand comes to rest on her shoulder.

"Ecchan... are you sure you want to move out?" Her mother's eyes are concerned, but reassuring. Echizen nods slowly, a soft smile crossing her face. "I'm nervous, sure, but I was thinking if there are more people here that are like Ikezawa-senpai then maybe here is the best time for me to really get used to being who I am out in the world itself, rather than behind a camera or desk." Kaori offers a reassuring nod. "Then let me get the door for you. That box is heavy and all I've got to deal with is your rolling suitcase."

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The door cracks open after Echizen knocks, pushing the door open with her back as she spins into the room, box in hands and mother in tow. "Good afternoon! I hope we're not interrupting anything." Echizen makes sure she's loud enough to be heard in the other room. "Residency assigned me to this room. My mother came along to help with the move in. I apologize for the sudden change in accommodations." She sets the box down in an open spot near the entry way, wiping her brow with her forearm and finally scanning the room.

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The already present decor seemed fairly spartan, even with what was allowed. To tell the truth, with framed photos seeming to be a popular item. While the dorm wasn't spotless, per say, it was kept nice and clean. Not necessarily for the new roommate, but as a matter of course.

Previously watching what looked to be some sort of soap on TV, a green-haired girl picked up and quickly shut it off. The most notable attribute at a glace, of course, was that she was clearly one of the many foreign students that seemed to attend. "Ah, I was told I would be getting a new roommate. Seems there's a tendency to shuffle quite often around here."

The producer-in-training, got up, and walked over towards her, "Belrose, Valerie." she mentioned. If Echizen had seen the last name and expected 'ugly american' behavior, she'd probably note she followed it with the correct bow. Then again, she was a resident, not a tourist.

"But you seem to have your hands full, might I help?" she told her. Valerie wasn't some muscle girl, but she was decently fit, albeit not like an athlete might.

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Echizen responded with a polite bow of her own, nodding in agreement. "I'm Hayashi, Echizen. I hope we'll get along well." A small smile spread on her face as she addressed Valerie. "With Belrose-san's help, I think we'll be able to handle the last two boxes on our own." She nods to Valerie, "and isn't the reservation list for the onsen full today?" Her mother let a mock gasp slip. "Oh dear, you're right," Kaori snickered, "I must have forgotten all about my job in the midst of helping my daughter move in." Echizen groaned and raised her hands up in defeat. "I get it, I get it. I'm nervous too but I'll be fine." She waved Valerie to follow her, "I'd really appreciate some help. Besides, we can take the opportunity to get to know each other a bit more, since we're stuck with one another."

A brief moment later, and the last two boxes had been picked out of the trunk and set on the curb. "I'll come home on the weekends when studies permit, alright Mom?" Kaori nodded and offered a bow to Valerie. "My daughter's a handful, so make sure she's doing her work." Echizen's face flushed bright red as her mom rolled up the window and drove off to her daughter grumbling at the back of the car.

Echizen sighed, "She's always like this, y'know. She puts on a big, strong face to carry the people she loves, but she'll probably feel really lonely tonight..." She started typing something into her phone. "I'll set a reminder to call her later. In the mean time, I guess we'll just get these last two boxes in." She pointed to the larger of the two boxes. "It doesn't look it, but that one is all clothes, so it's actually a bit lighter. The smaller box has my computer and some personal treasures of mine, so I'd prefer to carry it myself." With a grunt and a flare of her nostrils, she hefts the box into her arms. "Tell me about yourself, Belrose-san. What are you studying here?"

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Valerie smirked, but allowed the two to do their little act without interference. She'd been intending to just help the three of them, but it was fine - like Echizen said, it would be a good chance to get to know her new roommate. "Right. I guess it wouldn't it?"

A few moments later, Valerie was hefting one of the two last boxes. While she was no athlete, she was reasonably fit, and so had no problems. Well, aside from the fact the box was slightly awkward to carry, but that was par for the course. Naturally, she'd chosen the larger of the two boxes to pick up, mostly because she was used to doing the heavy lifting - proverbially and literally. As it turned out though, it was the lighter one. Go figure. When Echi's mother made her little joke, Val couldn't help but smirk, holding back laughter so as not to embaress her new, red-faced friend any more than she had to. Though she felt a twinge of envy.

"I suppose parents are like that." she mentioned, her voice matter of fact - or at least, that's what she was trying to put on the airs of. In reality, what she said sounded 'reactive', and short, as if she was hiding something.

"I'm in theater production." she mentioned, with a smile, "I helped look after my siblings back home, so I'm a little more used to coordinating things. What about you?" She did have a knack and talent for it, after all.

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"Me?" Echizen sets the box down in the common room with a grunt, kicking off her sneakers and digging around in her backpack briefly. "I'm... well, the school has me marked down in the theatre program, but the reality is I'm neither an actress, writer, producer, or technician." She produces a pair of heels from her bag, slipping them on and standing up with a different kind of poise that she previously hadn't held. "I work part time as a model, although my goal is to do runway shows or work as an exclusive model for a brand or magazine someday." The blonde unzipped part of her hoodie, revealing a collared, sleeveless blouse underneath and shrugging her sweatshirt off her shoulders. She went from a mundane look to very fashionable in an impressive time.

Echizen sank into the couch near the TV, crossing her legs and reclining to look at Valerie. "What you said earlier, about you supposing that's how parent's are, or something like that..." Echizen considered her words carefully. "You don't have to tell me anything about it, but it sounds like you were more than just a coordinator for your siblngs..." Echizen pauses briefly. "Sorry if that's wrong. I don't mean to, like, guess your past or anything. It just sounded like you were sad earlier."

Echizen waves her hand slightly, trying to hide her embarrassment, "I'd like to hear more about what managing a production is like too, if that's something you wanna talk about."

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It was true, Echi certainly had the looks for the runway. Not that she spent much time looking at runway models. The greenette was impressed,  she mentioned, unconsciously taking a moment to take in her form.Once Echi's quick change was over, she stepped into the corner, and slipped out of her shoes.

She took the cue of her new roommate sitting down as a call for her to do so in turn, now that they were once again here. Turning towards the couch, she sat across from the aspiring model, though aspiring almost seemed a bit below where she was.

It wasn't very much later that she felt a minor punch to the gut, metaphorically speaking. She froze, feeling almost caught. She hadn't lied, but her biggest secret had been caught by someone she'd just met. She felt a chill pass over her, and blushed a bit. It was clear she was caught off-guard.

She looked askance, looking slightly left of Echi's eyes "It's complicated." she said, trying. At that point, it almost might seem as if some sort of switch was flipped. She returned eye contact, and pushing some uncomfortable thoughts out of her head. She didn't give a false smile, but she seemed to return to normal. Though perhaps giving off the feeling of someone who was used to pretending everything was okay when it wasn't.

"So, you're part of the theater department, but without much interest in theater?" she mentioned, her voice projecting genuine curiosity, but also an interest in changing the subject as far away from herself as she could. "I suppose it makes more sense than, say, music. Though it seems like you'd make more contacts in the design major."

She didn't bother to mention Komachi. Not that she didn't think the girl was relevant, but she wanted her friend to feel normal around her. She never, ever wanted her to feel like her money was something of interest.

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Echizen nodded at Valerie understandingly. Her own past was a mess in many ways, and she'd rather not discuss the details at the front. She responded between Valerie's statement and question with a simple nod and leaves the topic alone. The shift in topic to a more personal question provided her the opportunity to follow through with the subject change, an opportunity Echizen swiftly embraced.

"It's a lot closer to acting in terms of study than it is design, although it may not seem like it at first glance. I take a lot of design courses to learn more about fashion as a whole and become well rounded as a model, but the bulk of what I do really comes down to very minute changes in body language. The position of my hips, the angle of my shoulders, a slight puff in the cheeks, and even how I curl the fingers I put at my waist can make a dramatic impact on the audience's perception of a garment, especially when you walk in one." She started in on the topic a little further. "It's why I'm in a dance course as well! Learning how to shift my center of gravity and hold it at different positions allows me to take different walks or strike different poses, and all of those things are determined by the designers vision, the outfit itself, and how that piece has been tailored to match my frame."

"Like, a few days ago I had to help with the costuming for Hamlet by fitting some armor, which required me to stand in a more, like..." She paused, then stood up, arching her back in a stiffer manner, squaring her shoulders off, and adopting a rigid, yet regal stance of a royal guard. "And this looks totally wrong for what I'm wearing right now!" Echizen relaxed back, snickering through her hand. "Could you imagine if I walked down the street like that in a basketball jersey and gym shorts? I'd look completely ridiculous!" She snorted a bit, trying to contain herself as she flopped back down onto the cushions.

"So, you're definitely right. It's a multi-disciplinary major, but I think they just put me in theatre because it's the most adjacent to what I'm actually doing. I've wanted to do this since I was a kid, even before I transitioned. Being here is a huge opportunity for me." She pondered for a moment, staring at the ceiling before turning her gaze to Valerie. "What about your major? I don't know a lot about what goes into theatre production, but it'd be nice to learn."

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Valerie gradually, relaxed, as the topic moved away from her past. She sunk a little in the chair, as the conversation moved on to more pleasant pastures.

Valerie listened to Echi describe how each of her courses contributed to the whole of modeling. Fashion definitely made sense. Maybe she could get her to do some modeling for Komachi. It was all quite fascinating. As a producer-in-training, Valerie had to learn a touch of everything as well. At the end though, it was less about knowing how to do, so much as having an idea of how everything fits together in a production. She might need an idea of what could go wrong for fashion, and how to make sure it goes right at the end, but she wasn't expected to know how to sew.

She giggled as she imagined her roommate marching down the street, carrying herself like a knight. It did sound a bit silly. She heard Echi mention she was trans, which took her aback. Valerie certainly wasn't transphobic, but...

She sat up a bit, "You're trans? I would have never guessed from your appearance." she hastily replied. There wasn't any malice or anything in her voice, but she was surprised. She... hadn't had much time to explore the local LGBTQ community, after all.

She blushed, sinking a bit again as she  wondered whether what she said was offensive, "O-oh my- my apologies. Or... is it a compliment? I... uh..." At this point she looked like she was she was going to melt right into the couch, her arms crossed.

"I... mean, can we just leave it that I think you're quite attractive." The whole last conversation had thrown her off, and her adult-like composure cracked to reveal the dorky lesbian underneath.

"Um... I... ahem." she coughed, trying to regain her composure, the switch flipping back once more, though she looked askance, still blushing like a fool "If it wasn't incredibly obvious already, I'm a lesbian. And... I'm a bit jealous. You were rather quick to volunteer that last bit." Still, it was nice to have someone else who was LGBTQ as a roommate.

... Obviously, she wasn't aware that nearly every girl at this school was sapphic.

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"I like to think I look pretty good in most things. I don't think I'd be modeling otherwise. Besides, you're attractive too." She lets out a chuckle. "But I appreciate the compliment. I was pretty androgynous looking to begin with, which..." Echizen sighs. "My relationship with my dad is complicated, lets just say that. I volunteer that information pretty quickly just from the idea that..." she pauses, "If it causes a conflict, I'd rather have it happen up front." A brief look of discomfort flashes across her face, although it's swiftly replaced with an eager expression.

"Are you working on the Hamlet production at all? The only people I've met so far have been Komachi-senpai and some others in the costuming department. I might need some peace and quiet every so often, but I'm still pretty social. It'd be nice to have a familiar face around when I'm helping out." Echizen pulls her phone out of her bag. "Should we exchange numbers, since we're roommates and all?"

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She blushed and giggled a bit, like a dork. She then returned as she mentioned that she'd been androgynous. "W-well, thank you." She did try to do the cute librarian look as well as she could. It was respectable, at least in her own opinion. Plus, that was one of the looks she'd always been able to afford to do. Though the demure posture she shifted to stuck.

"I see. That makes good sense, I have to admit." she mentioned, "Though again, if I was only so brave." she told her. She'd always had enough problems on her hands, so she'd long thought 'playing hetero' was her only option.

"But yes. I am working on the Hamlet production. I'm essentially a glorified errand girl right now though." she mentioned. Not a lot of 'top dogs' as it were.

"But you've said you've already met Komachi? She's a friend of mine as well." she pointed out, curious to what her friend thought of the heiress. She pulled out her phone, as her friend suggested it. It was clearly an older model, an old smartphone that had seen better year, but functioned nonetheless. Still, there
weren't any cracks or anything - she was more careful than that.

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Echizen slid her phone over to Valerie, her own contact page up so Val could copy the information down at her own pace. She leaned back into the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm unsure what to make of her honestly. She's certainly pretty and kind enough, but I haven't really gotten to know much about her outside of the costume department." Her face becomes rather pensive as she looks up at the ceiling. "I'm curious to find out if she's the same person outside of the costume department. I guess the only thing I know for certain now is that she makes incredible clothes."

A sharp breath is shunted from Echizen's lungs as she turns her gaze down towards her shoes. "I'm pretty weary of people I'm still getting to know, to be honest. There aren't many relationships I have beyond my mother, aunt, uncle, and cousins that are based on people actually caring about me. I'm more of an asset or 'The Talent' as they'll call it. Mom wanted me to have something resembling a normal high-school experience... something about needing to make friends instead of rivals." She leans forward, resting her chin in her hands and looking out the window. "I get what she's saying, but I don't know if I want to let people in like that. People seem to forget that everyone gets to watch the same sunset."

She looks over to Valerie, her eyes widening slightly. "Sorry! I didn't mean to dump something heavy on you like that. You just seem like the kind of girl who wouldn't judge me for having reservations about other people." A sheepish chuckle fills the space between them. "Maybe it's not so bad to have someone to talk to about things like that." She waves her hand dismissively. "You seem to know Komachi-senpai a lot better than I do. What's she like outside of theatre?"

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