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Dorm Rules (to be revised depending on circumstances)
- Do not come to room 103 between 22.00 to 24.00. Do not contact Itaru during said hours.
- Do not enter room 103 unless allowed by Itaru.
- Do not comment on the state of room 103. Ever. Don’t touch anything. For your safety.
- Do not approach the Director for anything private when Masumi is nearby. Again, for your safety.
- Do not let the Manager cook anything. Ever. Especially not for dorm resident’s consumption.
Emergency Protocols (to be revised depending on circumstances)
- If you spot someone fainted and/or asleep where and/or when they shouldn’t be:
- Identify the person.
- If it’s Tsuzuru, then rejoice because the script is done. Contact the troupe leader awaiting said script. Said troupe members will be responsible in taking Tsuzuru to safety and making sure he’ll see another day to write more scripts. Contact the director.
- If it’s Masumi, contact Sakuya or other Spring Troupe member. Except for Itaru per dorm rules. For her safety, DO NOT CONTACT THE DIRECTOR FOR THIS.
- If it’s someone else, then scream bloody murder and call an ambulance because it’s probably a real emergency. Contact the Director.
- If you’re tired of curry:
- Cook your own food enough for the whole dorm. High chance everyone (minus Masumi) is also tired of it.
- If you spot Manager cook something, stop him with all your might. (Refer to dorm rule 5)
- If a yakuza threatens you:
- Tell them you can’t pay if you can’t act, and you need your limbs attached for that.
- If threat persists, call the director.
Warning : our manager might not be capable of providing any help.
“… look, I understand that this sort of thing exists, but seriously?”
Yuki frowned as he read the five points of dorm rules. Itaru and Tsuzuru were solemn and had seemed absolutely serious when they slid the papers to the newly formed Summer Troupe.
“For dorm peace,” Itaru claimed, before pointing at the spot at the bottom of the pages for them to sign as an acknowledgment that they’ve read and agreed to abide by the rules and instruction.
Their seniors in the company, the Spring Troupe, were mostly chill guys. The one who seemed a bit dangerous was only one Masumi Usui, the psycho stalker. Which explained point four, apparently. The emergency protocol also made him somewhat worry for the future.
“Ya-ya-ya-yakuza?!”
Muku stuttered, face pale. No one ever said anything about the company owning yakuza ten million yen before. Meanwhile Kazunari seemed like he’s finding the whole thing hilarious and was taking pictures. It’s very likely he’s going to post that to Insta. Misumi just hummed some random song about triangles, uncaring of it all.
“Looking at this… Will this dorm will be fine?”
Tenma seemed like he’s regretting entering the dorm. Sadly, it didn’t seem like he’s going to change his mind.
Yuki didn’t want to admit that it’s the first time he’s agreeing with the hack.
It all started when Tsuzuru started working on their script. Being the only other person who usually cooks (and allowed to), days when Izumi being the only available cook started.
A week, and it’s all curry.
“… Currian,” Yuki whispered.
The variation only on the topping and kind of curry. Only Misumi was content, but he’s happy as long as there’s a version of triangle in his food.
Thank god it’s at least delicious. The emergency protocol made sense now, but sadly their schoolwork and practices left them too tired to cook, and the rules and instructions made them quite frankly afraid to ask the Manager to cook for them.
For other reasons than excitement for their upcoming show, everyone couldn’t wait for Tsuzuru to finish the script.
Said scriptwriter’s state when he’s done with the script was worrying, to say the least. If it wasn’t for the emergency protocol mentioned previously, they’d worry that he’s actually dying.
“Do you want onigiri?”
Misumi, unexpectedly, was the one who almost literally sprung into action. He asked the maybe-dying man before deciding the answer could wait and brought him to the nearby sofa before going to the kitchen to make onigiris. The Director meanwhile was just focused on reading the script.
“… didn’t the protocol say we’re responsible for his life and death now?”
It's a lie. Even with the protocol, the saner members of the troupe were still worried that he's actually dying.
“Hey, he’s breathing right?!”
“I’ll help Sumi!”
No one doubted the protocols since then.
BANG BANG BANG!!!
Someone banged on Muku’s door one night around 11 PM, jolting him awake. Even the ever-so-chill Kazunari seemed alert for once as he turned from his work desk.
“Hey, someone in, right?! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!”
“Hi-hii…!!!”
“Mukkun, chill chill. I’ll handle it. Just stay in bed.”
Muku was ashamed to admit that he didn’t think he could even climb down his bed due to fear, so he just nodded as he watched Kazunari approached the door.
When he opened it, Muku thought that it’s yakuza that they’ve been warned about. He did come off like a delinquent at least, with the crazed look he’s sporting. It’s saying something because Muku didn’t think he’d be so scared of one since his cousin was dubbed the scariest person in the area and he’d never had any problem with him.
The man banged on the door once more, and Kazunari visibly took a step back from surprise. He glanced at Muku at his bed and the ex-runner flinched in fear when the pinkish eyes met his.
Yakuza so scary!
“You! Did you get in my room?!,” the man demanded Kazunari, apparently having deemed that it's not likely for Muku to be related to his problem.
“Fweh? Uhh, what did the protocol say again? Oh yeah, sorry! We need our limbs attached to act to pay the debt!”
“What the fuck are you on about?! Did you or did you not go into my room!?”
“Why would I go into a yakuza’s room… who are you even? Eh, wait, Itaroon?!”
“Itaru-san?!”
A blonde in a topknot, wearing a yellow jersey. So not like the princely Itaru Muku usually saw in the morning before he went to school.
“Ooh! Itaru found! Itaru, don’t scare the kids! Deep death, deep death!”
Citron came running and seemingly without fear he pulled the yellow monster who turned out to be Itaru away from Kazunari. Citron smiled even when Itaru snarled at him, just smiling his usual calming smile.
Itaru sighed after what seemed like an eternity, tension leaving his body.
“… breath, Citron.”
“Deep breath! One, two, haaa~~! Hoo~~!”
Itaru followed his lead. Muku and Kazunari just watched the two in awe. When Itaru turned to Kazunari once again, he had somehow regained his resemblance to the princely man Muku had come to admire.
Just a bit.
“Sorry. Look, man, I’m in a hurry. My streaming starts in like, three minutes and my controller is missing. I need that controller. My ranking and reputation depend on it. Now, just… Controller, kinda triangular, about this size. Have you seen it?”
“Uuh, sorry, Itaroon. We never even get close to your roo- Wait, did you say triangular?”
Itaru stared at him.
And then, it apparently clicked for him too.
“MISUMI!!!”
He growled before taking off presumably to find the triangle hoarder. Kazunari probably was the only person in the dorm who could predict where Misumi could be at the moment, being the one who had gotten closest to him, but even he was just too dumbstruck to mention that to Itaru. Citron bowed and apologized before running after him. After they couldn’t be heard anymore, Yuki and Tenma peeked out from their room.
“… what just happened? Did a yakuza come?”
“That was Itaroon.”
“Hm. I always knew he’s a swindler,” was Yuki’s only comment before he closed the door with a resounding click.
The next day, Misumi was forced to sit in seiza and listen to lectures about why he couldn't just take anything triangular thing lying around. Citron banned him from eating onigiri the whole day, and his wails was so heartwrenching it's painful for everyone in the dorm. The ban lasted whole thirty minutes and they'd find out in the distant future that it's the longest anyone could deny Misumi anything.
Months later, when they’re recruiting the Autumn Troupe, Muku fleetingly thought of that day and came to ask for addition and revision to the rules and protocol before they’re shown to the would-be newcomers.