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It was a matter of convenience for Sou. He couldn’t pay the rent on his own, not if he wanted to be able to actually eat and buy things. So he did the logical thing, and got a roommate. Someone who wouldn’t bug him much hopefully, and was self sufficient.
What he got, was not that...
On the first day, his Roommate arrived late, during the evening, instead of the morning as they had agreed. He hadn’t really paid much attention at first. He simply greeted her as she entered, and went back to making Soup. It was different, eating with someone...
On the second day, his Roommate introduced herself to him. “Sayori Salvato!” She introduced happily, her school blazer hurriedly being thrown on as she left to head to school...
On the second Evening, Sayori returned late again, with a small scratch on her cheek, which she explained as having gotten it from a Stray Cat she had helped down from a tree. Sou simply sighed and made sure the scratch didn’t get infected.
It was a matter of survival for Sayori. She needed someone to help her, keep her going. So she did the smart thing and found a roommate who could protect her from herself. What she got, was exactly what she needed...
On the first day, she got held up on the train by accident, and spent most of the day riding the train back to her destination.
The first evening, she got to the apartment, and found her Roommate making Soup. It was delicious, but somehow empty.
The second Day, she introduced herself to him, and ran off to school.
She found herself getting distracted by a stray cat, helping it escape from danger. She got scratched for her kindness.
The second evening, she returned to the apartment, explaining the Scratch to her tired looking Roommate. He sighed and cared for her wound. It was nice of him... He could look after her...
The third day, he introduced himself, “Sou...” he muttered under his scarf, but Sayori heard him loud and clear. She smiled, and left for school.
That evening, Sou left his room to find a cake on the table, surrounded by shoddily created food. It wasn’t bad by any means, but whoever cooked it had a long way to becoming a chef... Sayori must have been planning to have a Party or something. He grabbed a sandwich from the fridge and went back to his room.
The fourth day, Sayori left her room to find her hard work wasted... Except for the Cake, which was still in its box. She put it in the fridge sadly... She wrote her Phone Number on a sticky note, before attaching it to the fridge.
The fourth day, Sou found the food still there, with the cake missing. Sayori had written her phone number on the fridge, so he put it on his phone, in case of an emergency. And then he went back to his room to do his job.