Feliciano woke up way earlier than usual; probably because he had passed out at 5 in the afternoon the previous day. He glanced at the opposite side of the room to see his sleeping roommate, whom was facing away from him. He caught a glimpse of ruffled golden hair, and was intrigued as to what his roommate looked like. However, he was certain that the blonde wouldn't wake up any time soon; it was only 9, after all, and most classes started around noon.

Feliciano got to his feet, only to be greeted by bright rays of light that had snuck their way through the gaps in the blinds. He blinked owlishly as the light pierced his eyes. He emitted a low groan before hastily turning away from the light, stumbling out of the room and into the hallway.

Though nausea churned in his stomach at the thought of food, the feeling of hunger gnawing at the edge of his stomach overpowered it. He staggered into the lobby and glanced around, looking for the cafeteria. Luckily some people were sitting nearby.

Feliciano stood in the middle of the lobby for a moment, allowing his hazy thoughts to clear up a little more. He then went over to the person closest to him, a friendly-looking girl with short platinum blonde hair. "Hello," he said in the most cheerful voice he could muster, which was difficult when struggling to overcome the drowsiness that felt like cotton in his mouth. "do you know where the cafeteria is?"

"Oh, it's right over there," the girl answered, pointing down a hallway nearby.

"Thanks!" Feliciano turned and shuffled down the hall she had directed him towards. It wasn't long before he came across the cafeteria doors. His stomach growled loudly, and Feliciano patted it in a lame attempt to comfort it.

He proceeded through the double doors. There were a few people scattered here and there, some in groups, others just sitting by themselves.

Feliciano went over to the food counter and bought a breakfast sandwich and a small iced coffee. Once he had his breakfast, he found that the prospect of sitting by himself made him feel uncomfortable. So, he wandered the perimeter, searching for a non-hostile straggler who wouldn't mind some company.

He stumbled upon a boy with chin-length ebony hair, who appeared to be drawing something, which immediately piqued Feliciano's interest. He slid into the seat beside the black-haired boy, placed his meal on the table, and peered over his shoulder. The drawing was of some girl with cat ears jutting out of the top of her head. A cat tail curled around her ankles, and her dress spilled down her body, stopping short at her knees.

The boy was so consumed in his drawing that he didn't seem to have noticed Feliciano. So, Feliciano decided to make himself noticed. "That's a really nice drawing," he chirped, causing the poor boy to start, his hands immediately clamping down on the paper, blocking the drawing from view.

"S-s-sorry," spluttered the black-haired boy, as if he had been caught in the middle of a crime.

"What?" Feliciano asked, confused. "What are you sorry for? I said it's a really nice drawing."

"I… I," stammered the boy, as if struggling to come up with some sort of response. "Er… thanks?"

Feliciano laughed a bit, amused by the boy's awkwardness. "You're welcome! My name's Feliciano, but you can call me Feli. What's yours?"

"…Ki… ku," the boy, Kiku, answered slowly, refusing to look Feliciano in the eyes.

"Kiku? That's a funny name!" Feliciano blurted out. After realizing that Kiku might find it hurtful, he quickly added, "I mean, I like it, though! It's just… funny."

"Thanks…?" Kiku seemed like he wasn't sure how to respond to anything that Feliciano was saying.

"No problem!" Both were silent for a moment, and Kiku went back to his drawing, though his eyes would dart over to Feliciano every so often. "So," Feliciano quipped, "what class do you have first?"

"Drawing and design," Kiku mumbled in response; Feliciano could see that he was getting lost in his artwork once more.

The brunette gasped. "No way, so do I!" he exclaimed, slamming his hands on the table in his excitement. Kiku jolted upright, his pencil dropping out of his hand and clattering against the table. "S… sorry… I didn't mean to scare you… again…"

"I-it's okay," Kiku responded hurriedly as he scooped his pencil up once more. "That… that's great, though, that we… have the same class. D-do you… have it at 1:30?"

"Yep!"

"…M… maybe we can sit together?" Kiku suggested, lowering his head so that his eyes were hidden as he continued his drawing.

"Of course! That would be great!" Feliciano was ecstatic. Just one day here and he'd already made a friend! He honestly hadn't expected things to work out this greatly! He was so happy that he decided to keep quiet, for Kiku's sake. So, he simply sat there, watching Kiku draw as he scarfed down his breakfast sandwich and took huge gulps of his iced coffee.

When he had finished his breakfast, he began to grow bored just watching Kiku draw. Though it was intriguing, he was one who desired having conversations, and he got the feeling that Kiku preferred silence when concentrating.

"I'm going to go back to my dorm room now," Feliciano announced, figuring that he should allow Kiku some peace and quiet. Besides, he thought, I'll have plenty of time to talk to him in class… And, I'm sort of afraid that if I talk to him for too long, he'll grow irritated, like most people do… He seems like a nice guy, though. I don't want to ruin our friendship so soon!

"Okay," Kiku said simply. Feliciano faltered, not very satisfied with this one-word answer. But he ended up getting to his feet anyway. He collected his trash in his hands and began to walk away, when he heard Kiku call quietly after him, "I'll see you in class."

Grinning from ear-to-ear, Feliciano called over his shoulder, "Yep, see you in class!"

Feliciano entered his dorm room, only to come face-to-face (well, more like face-to-chest) with his roommate, who had been on his way out.

"Oh, hi," Feliciano said cheerfully as his roommate shuffled out of the way to allow him to enter the room.

"Hello," his roommate responded after a moment's hesitation.

"My name's Feliciano! You can call me Feli, though." Felicano swayed from side to side a bit as he talked, which was a nervous habit he had. And he had every right to be nervous! His roommate was a tall, muscular man, who didn't look to be in a good mood.

"Ludwig Bielschmidt," his roommate replied, holding out his hand. Feliciano tilted his head to the side, a bit taken aback by the formal introduction. But he politely took his roommate's hand, and was rewarded with a firm handshake that left his own hand aching when he pulled away.

"Nice to meet you, Lud… um… Ludy… Can I call you that?" Feliciano flashed him a cautious grin.

"…I'd rather you didn't," Ludwig answered simply. Feliciano's face fell. His roommate certainly wasn't a very friendly one.

"Um… okay… Ludwig, then." An awkward silence quickly followed. Feliciano felt compelled to say more, but he wasn't quite sure what to say. "So… what's your first class?"

"Astrophysics."

"That sounds boring."

"It's not," Ludwig growled, his ice blue eyes narrowing. Intimidated, Feliciano took a step back.

"S-sorry," he whimpered. "I didn't mean to insult you or anything."

Ludwig glared at him for a few more seconds before letting out a long sigh. "…What's your first class?" he asked, though he sounded as if he didn't necessarily care to hear the answer.

"Drawing and design," Feliciano said proudly. Ludwig stared at him as if he had two heads, causing the poor brunette to shrink back again. "…W-what's wrong?"

"That's not your major, is it?" Ludwig asked, and Feliciano shook his head. "Good."

"I don't have a major yet," Feliciano explained. This time Ludwig stared at him as if he had three heads.

"You… don't have a major?" Ludwig repeated slowly, to which Feliciano nodded. "What about your future? What are you going to do for a living? How are you going to get a house and be financially stable?" Feliciano found himself bombarded with questions.

"…Why do you care? You just met me," Feliciano pointed out.

"Yes, but you're my roommate. I'm going to know you for a while!" Ludwig paused, before anger flooded his expression. "Which reminds me, why is your—no, our—room such a mess?!" he snapped, gesturing to the cardboard boxes and stuffed animals that covered the ground.

Feliciano backed up a bit more, startled by Ludwig's outburst. He found himself cowering against the wall. "I-I'm sorry, I-I was too tired to finish u-unpacking."

"Well now that you've gotten some rest, why don't you get to work?" Ludwig stormed into the hallway and slammed the door behind him before Feliciano could even respond.

Feliciano stood there for a moment, back against the wall, eyes glued to the items cluttering the floor. "Should I?" he wondered aloud, not particularly eager to clean. However, his roommate had succeeded in striking terror into his frail body. And Feliciano was a timid boy, who often gave in without even attempting to provoke an argument.

And so, unsurprisingly, he ended up giving in.

When Ludwig reentered the room around a half hour later, he looked pleased with how spotless the room now was. "Good job," he said approvingly, and he sounded like he really meant it.

Feliciano grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks. It was harder than I thought it would be, though."

"I'm sure it was," Ludwig agreed, picking up his alarm clock and fiddling with it. When he put it down, he grazed the face of the clock with his finger, and then cupped the bottom of the clock with his entire hand immediately before placing it on the desk.

Feliciano tilted his head at his roommate's odd behavior. "What was that?"

Ludwig didn't even glance at him; he was busily nudging the pencils in his mug to one side. "What was what?"

"When you put the clock down, you, like… rubbed it weirdly, or something."

"What? Oh… oh, yeah, that." Ludwig spun around to face Feliciano. "I, er… I have OCD," he explained quietly.

"OCD?" A quizzical look swept across Feliciano's gaze. "So, you're really organized and stuff?"

Ludwig scoffed and shook his head. "No, that's just a stereotype of it. Though I suppose it does cause one to be more organized. However, it means… well, if I don't do something a certain way, I get bad thoughts… ominous thoughts, really. For example, if I didn't, say, rub the face of the clock like I just did, I would have thoughts about something like my brother dying. And I'm unable to control these thoughts. It will just keep playing in my mind over and over until I rub the clock." He paused, before adding, "It's very exhausting and not fun at all."

"Yeah, it doesn't sound very fun," Feliciano commented sympathetically.

Before either one could continue to contribute to the conversation, a loud ringing noise resonated throughout the room. Feliciano looked confused for a moment before realization sparked him. He quickly whipped his phone out of his pocket. On the screen was the name "Lovino", along with a picture of his brother, who looked eerily similar to Feliciano albeit the slightly darker hair and the grumpy look plastered on his face.

"Sorry," Feliciano said to Ludwig before pressing the green Answer button. "Hey, Lovi," he chirped into the phone.

Unfortunately, as per usual, his cheerfulness was greeted with anger. "Feli! Where the fuck did you put the remote before you left?!"

"…That's why you're calling?" Feliciano asked, sadness prickling his voice.

"Why did you think I was calling? To listen to you prattle on and on about how wonderful it is at your stupid college?" Lovino snapped. "Listen, I know you were the last one to watch TV, so just tell me where the remote is so you can go back to fucking class or whatever!"

"Um… I-I don't remember… probably under the couch cushions," Feliciano responded quietly. He listened as Lovino rustled through the couch cushions, swearing under his breath as he did so. Feliciano's gaze shifted towards Ludwig, who had a laptop perched on his lap. His fingers typed away on the keyboard. Feliciano was curious as to what his roommate was doing, but figured he should wait until Lovino had found the remote.

"Found it," Lovino finally announced. "I'll talk to you later, then, Feli."

"Er… yeah, okay… by—" Feliciano was interrupted by a low beeping noise, indicating that Lovino had already hung up. Sighing to himself, he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"That was a short conversation," Ludwig commented. Feliciano wondered if he had been listening in the entire time.

"Yeah. That was my brother. He just wanted to know where the TV remote was."

"Ah, I see. I have a brother too," Ludwig said, rapidly beginning to type once more. Feliciano waited, expecting Ludwig to say more. An awkward silence quickly followed before Feliciano felt the need to continue the conversation himself.

"What's his name?"

"Hm?" Ludwig glanced up from his laptop, looking puzzled. "Who?"

"…your brother," Feliciano answered slowly.

"Oh. Gilbert."

"Gilbert? That's funny, I know a Gilbert!" Feliciano grinned goofily. "Well, I mean, I've never met him. But, my brother's friend is friends with a Gilbert. Wouldn't that be funny if it was the same Gilbert?"

"I guess so," Ludwig responded lamely, eyes locked on his laptop screen once more.

"My brother's name is Lovino," Feliciano continued. "He's a few years older than me. He never went to college, so he's pretty resentful towards me for going, especially since he got better grades than me when we were younger. But, in high school, he began to slack off a lot. I wasn't the greatest student, but I managed to get better grades than him. Now he's a waiter at some restaurant."

Ludwig was silent for a moment before half-heartedly grunting, "That's nice." Feliciano was disappointed with this response.

"So, tell me about your brother," he pressed, hoping that this would provoke a longer response out of his roommate.

"Gilbert?" Ludwig's gaze detached from his laptop screen once more. "Well… he dropped out of high school to get a full-time job. Normally this is a horrible thing to do, but thank God he did. If he hadn't, I wouldn't be where I am now. He managed to keep us financially stable, so we could continue to have a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs. He acts like the world's biggest asshole, and yet, deep down, he's one of the most caring guys I've ever met. He annoys me constantly, but he is the only person I truly care about."

Feliciano wasn't sure how to respond to all this information. "Wow," was all he managed to say. He was silent for a moment before adding, "Your brother sounds like a great guy."

"He is. He really is," Ludwig said as he snapped his laptop shut. "Anyway, I have class in 20 minutes. I'm going to head down now to ensure that I'm the first student there." He got to his feet and grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulders. He began to march out into the hallway.

"Oh. Okay. Well, bye! Have a good day! See you later!" Feliciano waved to him as he shut the door behind him.

Feliciano heard him mutter a soft "goodbye" before the door clicked shut. He glanced at the clock, which read 12:10. He still had an hour and twenty minutes before class. Sighing, he fell backwards, his back landing softly on the mattress. Considering how long the first couple of hours of his day had seemed, he knew one thing for sure:

Today was going to be a long day.