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Kiyoomi was taught to be very clean and proper, to go to church every Sunday, and study the Bible. Though she only met the expectations halfway, she still had her qualities. Like how she always trimmed, painted, and perfected her nails every Sunday before bed, or her five-step curl routine every day after her shower. Ever since she was young, she freaked out if someone took a single step into her room with outside shoes. Or lie in her bed with dirty clothes. She did her laundry two times a week, which drove her mother insane.
Kiyoomi’s parents always thought she was an odd child. She steered away from kids at school, never talked, and was always quiet. She was forced into therapy at a very young age, and it was hard and confusing. They would ask so many questions that Kiyoomi didn't know the answer to, nor did her parents. They always thought there was something to be fixed about her, but it was who she was.
For example, when she found out she wasn't just disinterested in people. She was uninterested in boys, specifically. It baffled her parents that she had never liked a boy a single day in her life, romantically or not.
Motoya liked to joke that it was how she ‘came out of the womb that way’. It might've been true, but it never eased her anxiety. Her parents had tried to convince her it was just a phase and that she was being ‘rebellious’. She never listened, of course, and she never paid much attention to it either, until one day it blew up in her face.
Her parents then tried to drag her away to a hospital once, tried to convert her brain back to the ‘natural ways’ they called it. Kiyoomi had never been more mute in her whole life. She had talked enough to explain to her cousin what was going on, and then the situation made its way to her aunt. She was furious, of course. Finding out her older sister had threatened to disown her own child. So, Kiyoomi ran.
She ran to her cousin and aunt, who are more family than anyone, especially her parents.
Her Aunt raised her. She was finally free from her parents breathing down her neck and the pressure to be perfect. It was stupid, Kiyoomi thought; nobody was perfect. Though the Sakusa's liked to think they were, they still had many disapproving qualities. Kiyoomi grew older and older by the day, just living through life, but as if she was living someone else's. She had many qualities that her parents would never have approved of back then.
After many more years of therapy and doctor appointments, Kiyoomi was diagnosed with OCD and bipolar disorder. They had told her it was most likely inherited from her mother, which made some sense to Kiyoomi. She was prescribed medication for it. Motoya was with her through it all, through the therapy sessions and appointments. Toya’s presence always calmed Kiyoomi; she was always the one to calm her down after a panic attack or a breakdown.
It only made Kiyoomi feel a little better after being diagnosed; at least she knew what was wrong with her, but there was something wrong with her. That's what Kiyoomi believed, though her aunt and Motoya would always try to tell her she was only human and she couldn't help it. They were right, she couldn't help that she inherited such horrible disorders. Now kiyoomi understands the strictness of her mother, just a little.
Motoya stuck by her side; they were never seen without one another. When Kiyoomi eventually moved in with Motoya and transferred to her school, she felt a weight fall off her shoulders. Many of their teachers assumed they were siblings; they never told them any different. They studied together and helped each other with homework; her aunt was very proud of them.
Kyoomi never realized how exhausting it was to get recognized every day at her old school by teachers and students that have some relation or knowledge of her family. It didn't help that her parents forced her into being a part of the student council, and how much studying she was forced into, causing her to be one of the top students.
Sure, Kiyoomi was still, unfortunately, one of the top students now due to the hardcore studying she's used to and her parents practically beat into her brain.
And by their senior year, Kiyoomi was taking college classes. Her parents would be proud, but Kiyoomi didn't need their reassurance, only her cousins and Aunts. They were thinking about colleges to apply to. Kiyoomi had an idea, but Motoya had no clue what she was doing, so she waited until she was ready. They applied to the same college and even requested to be assigned the same dorm as roommates because Kiyoomi would not be able to stand sharing a space with anyone else.
Their expectations were way too high, Kiyoomi thought. They were told that they ‘submitted their applications too late’, which enraged Kiyoomi. They were at least a week early, but apparently, a week early is a week late. Motoya had tried to calm her down, and maybe this was good for Kiyoomi that she could try to open up to someone. Kiyoomi shut the idea down the second it came out of her cousin's mouth.
When the day came to move into their dorms, her Aunt hugged them tight, reassured them, gave them good luck, and drove off. People were running around with their belongings, trying to figure out where they were going. It overwhelmed Kiyoomi, but Motoya dragged her along anyway.
“Are you excited to meet your roommate?” Motoya asked as they made their way to the dormitory. Kiyoomi shivered. “No.” She mutters, griping tight to the strap of her backpack. Motoya was dragging along a suitcase. Motoya smiled at her cousin. “Well, I am! I'm glad it's not a boy-girl system.” She says. Kyoomi agrees silently, the idea makes her skin crawl. They had eventually gotten their keys and split ways.
The building had three floors, the bottom floor including a cafeteria and bathrooms on each floor. Kiyoomi took a breath before he yanked the doorknob and opened the door. The door creaked, and Kiyoomi was met with emptiness. Both beds were made and untouched. Kiyoomi sighed in relief that she had gotten here before her roommate. She set her bag down and started to put her things away, her clothes in order in the dresser provided. Her hair and skin care settled neatly in the bathroom.
That was probably the only good thing about this dorm; they had given both Kiyoomi and Motoya a bathroom in apology after her aunt complained about the application situation. Though it didn't make sense how they could have bathrooms but not have each other as roommates, Kiyoomi shrugged it off and took what she could take.
It was just Kiyoomi, a book, and her music for a while until the door burst open. Kiyoomi jumps, and two girls make their way into the dorm. Her eyebrows furrow as she glares at them, taking one earbud out by the wire.
The girls looked very similar to each other and were talking very loudly. The blonde puts her suitcase on the bed adjacent to Kiyoomi as she talks to the other. The other girl had grey hair and had her hands stuffed in her pockets.
They paid no attention to Kiyoomi, so she just watched them until the blonde turned. She screeched when she saw the raven. “Jesus! Ya’ scared me," she breathes out. Kiyoomi raised her eyebrow at the accent on her tongue.
“Samu, you seriously have no self-awareness.” The grey-haired girl mumbles.
“Ya’ must be my roommate! I'm Miya Atsumu. This is my sister, Samu.” She turns back around and shrugs to her sister. Osamu nods to Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi stares. “Well, I'm kind of trying to read if you don't mind. You're being pretty loud." She says, mumbling the last part. The blonde must've heard it because she whips back around, her bright blonde hair swishing.
“Sorry!" she practically yells, causing Kiyoomi to pinch between her eyebrows. She's about to get a headache. The blonde continues to talk animatedly to her sister. Definitely not helping. So Kiyoomi shut her book, rather aggressively, and got up off her bed.
The blonde's side of the room was already a mess of clothes and her belongings. Kiyoomi was overstimulated, so she grabbed her phone and hid in the bathroom.
Me
>>I might actually die, Toya.
Motoya
>>Kiyo! What's wrong?
Me
>>I can't read my damn book; my roommate is making me so overwhelmed.
Motoya
>>Omg! Have you met her? Is she cool?
Me
>>No.
Kiyoomi heard the dorm room click shut and made her way back to her book, hopefully. The blonde was sitting on the floor, gross actually, while folding her clothes. She looked up as Kiyoomi returned to her bed.
“I didn't get yer’ name." She says with a smile. Kiyoomi didn't like it; her teeth were too straight and white. So, Kiyoomi put her headphones back in and opened her book. The blonde scoffed and rolled her eyes at the Raven.