2 Tris

Mage froze, "Am so-so sorry for entering your room, I don't know how it happened. The lock must be broke or something, I just pressed my thumb to the buzzer and it opened-"

"It's not my room." An emotionless voice interrupted him.

"…Really, that's great then. We should probably leave before the owner gets back." Mage inwardly heaved a sigh of relief.

The dark skinned boy silently moved a step back to give Mage some space to exit the room, at the same time saying, "If the door opened for you, then the room is yours."

"But this can't be my room," Mage refuted, trying to explain. "There are clothes in the closet, sheets on the bed. I even saw some underwear."

"Read the Letter," Was the only response he got. At this moment Mage finally remembered the letter that was given to him earlier. In his excitement and nervousness, he had forgotten all about it. Hurriedly fishing the letter out from his backpack, he scanned though it on the spot twice before finally getting the gist of things.

It turned out that the letters at the doors really stood for initials and each door was keyed to a particular person. This also meant that it was impossible to enter someone else's room by scanning your thumb at their door. The room he was in truly belonged to him.

He was still confused about one thing though: If the room was his, then where did all the clothes come from?

After thinking it through for a moment he came to only one logical situation; that the school must be aware of his situation, and provided him with them because they thought he needed them. He did.

He looked up to find out that at some point when he was going through the letter, the dark skinned boy had slipped out the room. Mage was alarmed at this. He didn't even notice the boy leaving, Thinking further he realized that he also did not notice the boy standing outside the doorway earlier. Mage wasn't one to boast, but growing up in the underworld had given him very sharp instincts, and he was previously very confident that it would be hard to find someone capable of sneaking up on him.

Now a random dorm mate of his had done that… twice. He shivered at the thought of what would have happened if the boy had ill intentions. Indeed, this is a place full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. I shouldn't be over confident… Mage got excited at the thought of competing with such people. Taking one more glance at his room, he went out to continue his tour of the room.

Going downstairs, Mage noticed a silhouette rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen and thinking it was the dark skinned boy he went over. Going closer, he noticed that this was a different person in that this person had blond hair to the dark skinned boy's dark hair.

"Hey" He greeted.

"Oh, hey." The blond greeted as he turned from the cupboard. "I'm guessing you are one of my other roomies."

"And I'm guessing you already met the other guys?"

"Nope, just one, the one that gives serial killer vibes. Not much of a talker too." The blond said as he went back to what he was doing in the cupboard.

"I just met him too. He barely said three sentences." Mage replied. Glad to find a common topic of discussion.

"Say… Um, what's your name?" The boy asked.

"Mage,"

"Nice. I'm Tris." He said as he stuck his hand out for a handshake. "So, Mage do you cook?"

"No" Mage shook his head as he recalled bad memories of his first and subsequently only time cooking.

"Me neither. Wanna go grab something to eat? Am famished."

"Sure"

…

"Well, that was not so terrible," Tris said as he munched on a sandwich.

"It was," Mage countered. "We got lost. For half an hour.  If I didn't stop to ask for directions, we would still be wandering around aimlessly."

"I was talking about the sandwich. Besides I figured you would have no masculinity issues about asking for directions." Tris pointed out with a mouthful of sandwich.

Speechless, Mage didn't know how to reply. So he stuffed his mouth with chips. The table elapsed in silence for a while as the only sounds heard were chewing noises.

"What's your power?" Tris asked abruptly.

"Cough-cough" Mage choked on his meal. He hurriedly turned and scanned the little cafeteria they were in. He heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing that no one was paying them any attention.

"Shh," Mage hushed him. He whispered, "We can't talk about stuff like that in public. Keeping our identities a secret is half of our grades. Once exposed, one would be expelled immediately except if one is at the top of the class, and even then, there are a lot awful makeup courses to take." His eyes still wandering around nervously.

"Oh please," Tris said as he started munching on his second sandwich in between sips of soda. "Less than twenty percent of humans are Supers and we're at one of the few colleges in the country that trains students to become qualified Heroes. I'm sure everyone is this cafeteria is a Super in disguise." He sarcastically rolls his eye.

Mage stopped at this and looked around again. Besides themselves, there was a small group of boys with nerdy glasses arguing at a table halfway across the cafeteria, there were also a few tables that sat only one or two individuals like Mage's. No one in the room looked remotely Super. Heck none of them even looked interesting.

"Okay, maybe half the people," Tris conceded as he also looked around.