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A high-pitched screech was the only warning Shiro got before something smacked into him from behind. Even with the added force of the person behind him and his last duffle bag of stuff from his car he only stumbled forward a step.
“Shiro! What’s up man?”
Shiro grinned and turned to give Lance a high-five. “Yo dude! How was summer?”
Lance rolled his eyes. “Had to help out at the restaurant and missed out on prime beach time with the babes.”
“Dude, your parents’ restaurant is literally right on the beach. You get customers coming in from the sand and surf all the time.”
Lance sighed longingly. “I know, but it’s not the same you know? I have to keep my composure and make the place look good and respectable,” he said, making air quotes.
“Don’t worry, the parties this year are going to make up for all the chances you missed out on,” Shiro said, turning back to their house.
“I hope so. Our first back to school bash has to be the best. We can’t let the Delts get the best of us this time.”
Shiro grinned. “Don’t worry. Sigma Nu will crush them. We’ve just gotta get the alcohol and the music and everyone will flock right in.”
“They better, because I’ve got my eye on one of the Pis.”
Shiro exchanged high fives and handshakes with his other frat brothers as he passed them and jogged up the stairs to the room he’d be sharing with Lance and Matt for the year.
“Let me guess, it’s the same Pi you’ve been staring at since recruitment last year? Long flowy silver hair and dark skin?” Shiro asked, tossing his last bag onto his unmade bed.
Lance sighed dreamily making Shiro raise an eyebrow. “I’m going to convince her to come to one our parties this year. I’m going to.”
Shiro shook his head. That had been his anthem all last year. “Yeah, yeah, save it for recruitment when you’ll have all the time in the world to mingle with her. You need help with the stuff in your car or what?”
“You really willing to help me with my crap?”
Shiro snorted and adjusted the straps of his tank top. “Beats having to unpack my own stuff.”
“Very true. Let’s go then.”
Shiro followed him back down the stairs and out the front door. Lance’s beat up car was parked on the curb. The backseat was filled with bags and Shiro knew there was just as much crammed into the trunk. Shiro gave a low whistle.
“Start wherever,” he said, pulling open the backseat door.
Shiro loaded himself up with a couple of bags and was about to turn back towards the house when a head of black hair caught his eye. He paused and looked over the student who was wearing too much black for the hot, end of summer weather. His black jeans were ripped over the knees and his long hair was pulled up at the back of his head. He had black gloves on his fingers and combat boots wrapped around his feet.
“Hey Lance,” he said.
“Yeah?” he huffed, pulling a larger bag from the back.
Shiro nodded at the student. “Do you know who that is?”
Lance raised an eyebrow and followed his gaze. “Nope. Why? You know him? He doesn’t look like the frat type.”
“Nah, I just…I dunno. Never mind,” he said, turning away and heading back for the house, stride quicker than it needed to be.
He heard a gasp behind him and sped up more.
“Takashi Shirogane, no way! No fucking way!”
Shiro felt his cheeks heat up as Lance’s cackle followed him up the stairs to their room.