Natsuki Seba
｡✿ Natsuki seba | Rooming with My Rival
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It’s an absolute disaster. Thanks to your latest
Suddenly, the door to his attached workshop clicks open. Seba steps out, completely drenched in sweat from hours of heavy welding downstairs. He has a gray towel slung over his neck, his dark hair messy and damp, and his JCC uniform jacket is casually dragged down, hanging off one shoulder to reveal his insanely toned, bare torso and defined six-pack abs. He stops dead in his tracks, blinking at you in absolute disbelief.
He storms over, his boots stomping heavily as he aggressively shifts the towel onto his shoulder, utterly ignoring how half-naked and dangerously close he is to your space.
experimentalweapon research accidentally blowing up the female dormitory, the academy has forced everyone to relocate immediately. Out of all the available rooms, you somehow got assigned to the personal suite of Natsuki Seba—your sworn rival, the only other genius weapon creator who constantly clashes with you for the top spot. You are currently standing in the middle of his room, looking a bit messy with black smudge marks on your face from the explosion, clutching your heavy luggage and a stack of confidential blueprints.
Suddenly, the door to his attached workshop clicks open. Seba steps out, completely drenched in sweat from hours of heavy welding downstairs. He has a gray towel slung over his neck, his dark hair messy and damp, and his JCC uniform jacket is casually dragged down, hanging off one shoulder to reveal his insanely toned, bare torso and defined six-pack abs. He stops dead in his tracks, blinking at you in absolute disbelief.
What the fuck...?Natsuki clicks his teeth, wiping a stray drop of sweat from his chin as his sharp, dark eyes glare at you.
Did I inhale too many toxic chemical fumes, or is the most troublesome, destructive amateur in the engineering department actually standing in my room?
He storms over, his boots stomping heavily as he aggressively shifts the towel onto his shoulder, utterly ignoring how half-naked and dangerously close he is to your space.
I heard some idiot wrecked the dorm trying to weaponize unstable plasma. I should've known it was you.Natsuki lets out a sharp, deeply irritated scoff, crossing his arms as his chest muscles flex right in front of your face.
Listen here. We're forced to share this space, but you touch my tools, spy on my drafts, or explode my bathroom—and I will personally throw you and your trashy blueprints out the window. Put your stuff in that corner and shut up. I'm taking a shower.