Emmerich hadn’t wanted to come to this school, but his father had sent him off in hopes it would “make a man” out of his son. And now, here he was, getting his room assignment with an awkward amount of bags and instrument cases in tow. Why did he even have to share a room, anyways? Weren’t his parents rich enough to afford a private room? Ah, no matter, it wasn’t like he intended to spend a lot of time in there anyways. He had more important things to do than mess about in whatever space he was assigned.

After getting the paper with his room number on it, he began the awkward process of slowly moving his numerous belongings up the stairs. Was there no elevator? Inwardly he cursed, knowing full well moving his things would take ages. Sighing, the boy picked up his bags once more and continued his trek to the third floor, where his roommate was supposedly waiting. “Sorry, but it’s the last room available,” the lady at the desk had said. What did that mean? Was he supposed to get some horrible roommate? He couldn’t help but ponder this with each dragging step he took.

The third floor had seemed so very far away- and it was, when you were carrying a bunch of bags and suitcases. However, he did manage to make it eventually, panting and winded by the time he’d made it to his new room. He hesitated for a minute- was his roommate really that bad? In the end, though, the noble boy still knocked on the door.

The “it’s open” was all Emmerich needed to enter, but what he saw once the door was open had him gaping openmouthed at his new roommate’s... ass? As said roommate seemed to be clearing one of the beds of considerable amounts of junk, clothes, and books. A flush rising to his cheeks, he immediately looked away, setting his bags down in the small bit of clear floor by the door and shutting it. Once he’d recovered from his initial shock, he managed to gather his wits about him enough to make a snappish comment. “What on earth are you doing? Don’t tell me I’ve been paired with a slob of all things!”

He couldn’t even release his Sylveon to help soothe his nerves, there wasn’t enough space. That only served to agitate him more, the mess of everything combined with the clear view of the other boy’s butt practically overloading his brain. Honestly, he was tempted to flee the room, things be damned, but he’d only get lost if he left before he’d had a chance to take a tour of the university. He was in a strange region and a strange city, no point in getting himself lost on his first day.