Ryunosuke Akutagawa

You and your roommate, despite your lack of interaction, were awfully alike.

Both insomniacs, who verged on two hours of sleep and limited yourselves from the world. Introverts who were technically forced to dorm together, yet showed no regard towards the fact considering how little you came face to face.

As you went to fetch a cup of water at roughly 4:30 in the morning, you ran into Akutagawa, in the midst of the hall. He stared at you blankly.

“Oh…you. What’s your name again…?”