Roommates

"You?!!!" the ash-blonde-haired guy in the room already yelled. "What are you doing here?!"

"This is my room," Ian replied. "Do I know you?"

Blake's eyes widened in anger as he glared at the tiny silver-haired brat who was unappreciative of his help earlier. He was mad at him for being rude and ungrateful, but the fact that this brat doesn't remember him...just makes things a whole lot worse.

"Do you know me?" he asked. "Who on Earth do you think you are?!"

"No, who are you?" Ian retorted, knowing he might just have been placed in the same room as a bully but not caring either way. He was already resigned to his fate, but he wasn't going to make it easy for them. He never has and he never will.

Blake could feel the veins in his neck bulge as he stared at the brat. There was an air of defiant confidence in his eyes as he returned his glare with a calm and collected too. He subconsciously glanced at his watch and noticed that none of his green lights was on.

"What?" he thought. "He has no ability? Why then does he have so much confidence."

He raised his watch which had four glowing lights on it. "You do realize the present situation, don't you? I am way stronger than you are."

"Is that supposed to make me cower in fear?" Ian asked as he stepped inside the room. "Am I supposed to be intimidated?"

There were three beds, two to the left and right, and one directly opposite the door at the other end of the room. There was a thin wall without doors covering only the length of the beds, giving the roommates some semblance of privacy with a wide enough room for them in the centre. There were also chairs and tables for reading in each of their corners.

Blake sighed. He has had enough. He walked up to Ian and stared at him for a few seconds. "Grit your teeth."

A resounding slap graced Ian's cheeks before he could even react to it and his vision went black immediately as he lost consciousness.

He had already been dizzy and tired from all the activities and worry he's had to go through today and was barely keeping himself conscious. The slap seemed to do the trick as he immediately blacked out and fell to the floor.

"What?!" Blake yelled as he saw the guy named Ian fall to the floor without a single second's resistance.

"What just happened?" he asked himself as he knelt beside Ian's unconscious body and proceeded to check his pulse immediately.

"Oh, good. He's alive," he sighed as he immediately started thinking of a way to revive him. He didn't want to take him to the school hospital. They barely started their first day so it was impossible for any cases of bullying to have been done by anyone except roommates. He doesn't want to be known as a bully.

"Wait, it's only a slap, isn't it?" he thought. "He just needs to get some rest and he will be fine. His breathing is quite regular and it seems like he's sleeping. I'm sure he would be better in no time."

With that settled, he picked him off the floor and placed him on the bed at the end of the room to stop anyone from seeing him easily.

"I didn't mean to hit him hard enough to knock him out," he complained as he arranged his things in his closet. "Just how weak is he for a slap to knock him out."

He glanced over to the side and saw Ian's bag, still at the door since he didn't get to chance to properly come in before getting knocked out.

"Ah," he sighed as he went to pick up the bag. "I will have to help him arrange these in his closet as a form of apology. I wasn't in the wrong though. He annoyed me."

He convinced himself with that as he made his way to the closet in the wall beside Ian's bed. It was at the part where the makeshift wall did not cover so he didn't have much trouble getting to it. He made quick work of arranging Ian's clothes simply because he didn't have many clothes with him in the first place.

"Huh? What's this?" he asked as he stared at the book awkwardly. "It looks weird and it has an old lock on it also. Who uses locks like these?"

He looked over to the knocked-out boy in confusion. "This guy is really strange. To have such a weird book in this time and age."

Oh, well," he shrugged as he placed the book on the bed beside Ian. "It's his business, not mine."

Once he was done with his apology service, he made his way over to his area and sat on his chair, staring at the ceiling. "I'm finally here. I should be able to-"

A beep on the door interrupted him as he raised his head to see their new guest.

"What sort of roommates do I have?" he complained audibly, not caring that the new roommate saw him. "One is a sharp-mouthed brat who gets knocked out with one slap and the other is a lunatic with no social manners whatsoever!"

It was too much for Blake to bear as he saw that the second roommate was the red-haired kid who openly proposed to the female soldier in the assessment hall.

"Hi, I'm Flint Vartos, you?" the boy introduced himself, ignoring his little rant.

"Blake Hightower," he sighed, and again subconsciously checked Flint's watch which displayed three lights. "It seems I'm the strongest in the room."

"Yeah, so?" Flint asked, staring at him daringly. Unlike Ian who had a sense of calm confidence to him, Flint's eyes were filled with direct opposition to him. It was almost like he was challenging him.

"Be careful who you run your mouth with," Blake warned. "You're lucky I've decided not to get into any trouble today."

Flint kept his glare for a few more seconds before looking away and walking to the bed at the right end of the room.

"Aren't you gonna ask about the other guy?" Blake asked.

"You said he was knocked out with a slap, didn't you?" Flint replied.

"Yes?"

"Then I have no business with weaklings. I hate them."