“So heavy,” Reiya grunted, hardly being able to carry his suitcase, because of how small and weak he was from all the treatment he had been subjected to over many many years.

The seventeen-year-old sighed, pushing his long silver hair out of his eyes, leaving the suitcase on the ground. He glared down at it, giving it a kick in annoyment.

Somewhere nearby somebody chuckled, making Reiya jump in surprise. He flushed, because of being caught acting stupid.

Turning around, Reiya spotted an older man, probably a few years older then himself. He was tall, muscular and had midnight black hair, that matched his eyes, that were almost as black.

He was handsome to say the least. Reiya found himself staring.

“Need help?” The man asked.

Reiya raised an eyebrow. He had an American accent.

“Aye,” Reiya nodded, looking down, “I can’t lift it very well,” he said, looking up with an almost helpless look on his cute baby face.

“I’m Yuuri,” the man said, lifting the suitcase with ease. “And you are?”

Giving a smile of gratitude, Reiya grabbed his small bag filled with school books, “I’m Reiya,” he told the older man.

“You go here?” Yuuri asked, giving Reiya an up and down look. He looked way too young to be a college student.

Reiya blushed, feeling eyes all over him. Of course he was used to being looked and probed at, but not like this.

“Yeah, of course . . . do you?”

Yuuri nodded, “yeah, I transferred from America,” he said.

“Oh, I thought so,” Reiya said, leading the boy through the grounds to his dorm building.

Yuuri blinked, “this is my dorm building too,” he said, as they walked in. “Maybe we’re neighbors,” Yuuri said, hoping that they were. Reiya was so cute.

“Really?” Reiya said, actually happy by that fact.

“Yeah, that would be cool.”

“Yeah it would,” Reiya agreed, already liking this Yuuri.

“Well, this is my room, number 4,” Reiya said, unlocking the door. He turned around, seeing Yuuri giving him an odd look.

“What?” Reiya asked, tilting his head to the side, watching as Yuuri brought his suitcase in and set it on the floor.

Yuuri chuckled, pulling a paper out of his pocket and handed it to Reiya.

Reiya looked at it, “your dorm assignment?” He said, confused, as he started to read it.

“What?” Reiya blushed for some reason, “you’re my roommate?!”

“Looks that way, kiddo.”

“Hey,” Reiya pouted, “I’m not a kid! I’m seventeen years old for crying outloud,” Reiya put his hands on his hips.

“Sorry, I was teasing anyway.”

“Don’t tease about that. It bothers me that I look so young for my age,” Reiya mumbled, looking away from Yuuri.

Yuuri frowned, “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said softly.

Reiya waved a hand, “don’t worry about it,” he said, “I’m fine, really.”

“All right,” Yuuri said, not so sure if he bought that line. “Well, I’m going to go get the rest of my stuff. Need any help with yours?”

Reiya blushed, “actually, I probably do,” he said, looking down.

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“That’s everything,” Yuuri said, falling onto his bed, exhausted. Who know unpacking could be so tiring.

“Thank you so much, Yu,” Reiya said, calling Yuuri by the nickname he dubbed him with. Yuuri didn’t mind. He found it quite cute and liked hearing a nickname come from his new roommate.

“You’re welcome, Reiya

Yuuri propped himself up on one elbow and looked at Reiya, “so is it true?” he asked.

“What’s true?” Reiya asked, a panicked look on his face. ‘Oh no, does he already know about my cancer?’ The teen hoped not.

It hadn’t been easy making friends when people found out he had leukemia. Everyone distanced their selves from Reiya, almost as if they were afraid to touch him, or he’d break. Or afraid they’d get sick too. And a lot of people just didn’t know what to say to him.

That was one reason it was so hard for Sari to let her son go; she and John had been Reiya’s only friends, besides the people at the hospital and that was just sad.

“That there’s no class for a whole week?” Yuuri said, “I heard someone talking about it, but didn’t know if it was true.”

“Oh, that . . . Hehe . . . um, well, actually, classes don’t start for another week and a half . . . ”

“But why, I was told to be here today and it looks like everyone else is here as well,” Yuuri said, confused. At his old college, they’d started classes as soon as the students arrived.

“Well, this year they thought they’d try something new,” Reiya said, going to one of his suitcases and opening it. He pulled out a piece of paper and read it . . .

“Because it’s such a big school, they’ve decided the first week and a half will be for orientation purposes; so people can get to know people; get to know their teachers and familiarize their selves with the locations of their classes and other things . . . ” 

“Oh, this sounds like a pretty laid back school then,” the twenty-year-old murmured.

“I guess so,” Reiya said, putting the paper on the deck next to his bed. “I think it’s a good idea though . . . I’d die if on my first day I got lost on my way to class and arrived late, or if I went into the wrong class and everyone stared and . . . ”

Laughing, Yuuri shook his head, “me too. I’d be more likely to be in such a hurry that I forget to put pants or something on,” he joked.

Reiya snorted, quite cutely, “that would be hi-larious. And you’d be wearing silly boxers too . . . ”

Yuuri blinked, “hey, how’d you know about my Wiggles boxers?” He said, looking completely serious. “You weren’t going through my suitcases when I had my back turned, were you?”

Playing along, Reiya nodded, “sorry, I couldn’t help myself . . . you see, I’m very sick . . . ” ‘Hah, that’s true, somewhat . . . ’ “I have a boxers fetish sickness . . . and . . . and there’s no cure . . . ” Reiya put a hand to his forehead, acting dramatic.

‘Wow, why with him am I acting so talkative and not shy?’ Reiya thought, pleased.

Yuuri blinked. ‘So cute!’

“Really, a boxer fetish . . . hmm . . . ?” He smirked a little, shaking his head to clear his perverted thoughts. “I guess I can forgive you then.”

“Hehe, thank you, Yu!” Reiya said, “as payback, you can see my smiley face boxers,” Reiya laughed.

“With you in them?” Yuuri asked, still pretending to joke, though . . . he wouldn’t mind seeing Reiya in his smiley face boxers, or any boxers for that matter.

“Uh . . . ” Reiya blushed, becoming flustered. “No . . . actually, they don’t fit, so they’d fall down,” he mumbled.

‘So . . . ’ Yuuri thought. ‘Cute cute cute cute!’ 

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