Dorm Room [1/3]

"Just watch and learn"

Wrenlow snickered yet Junya followed behind him. They still continued walking past everyone, which prompted them to send bad glares toward them which softened when they saw Wrenlow marching forward.

He marched to the start of the line and went ahead of the person next in line who was ready to yell at them, but looking at Wrenlow's face he humbly introduced himself and allowed him to pass as a 'favour'.

Just like this, they were in front of the receptionist, who was stunned in surprise for a second.

"Are….you, you're"

"My name is Wrenlow, I'm in a bit of a hurry so I would like your help. Peas" Wrenlow grinned at the lady's stunned expression.

"Yes dadd- I mean sir! Mr Wrenlow… I'll have you done right away." The woman's face was blushed red when she heard Wrenlow's voice, her heart jumped and couldn't help staring at him.

"Please don't forget my friends, he is also with me" He moved out of the way, giving her a good view of Junya. She was surprised inwardly, yet she never bothered to question it.

"No problem, I just need his name…" The woman went on the computer and typed in the name and personal information he gave her.

'This is Wrenlow's friend. I wonder how they know each other. His last name is Wotanbe, yet I never heard of anyone with that name. Is he really related? I never knew that this was possible. The only reason I decided to work here was for this exact reason, but I'm too nervous, I can barely type properly'

Simply standing there, she began looking at Junya more and more while she waited for documents to load. She plush when she looked back into her eyes and pretended to type some more.

"Jeez, he's hot and his hair colour is sexy. I wonder if he's gonna ask for my number…"

Trying her best to stay calm, she continued her work calmly. She did her best to show her good side and thanked god she got her make-up professionally done.

"Here is a sheet with extra classes. Roaming survival skills, Mob Studies and Essentials, Mob Dispatchment and Survival Combat are already chosen forever classes for everyone. Not everyone can participate since they might not have an offensive blessing so you have other options, choose which would be right for you."

She gave her brightest smile that would melt anyone's heart, but Junya was already looking at the paper.

There were at least 12 other classes that involved construction, medicine, scouting, science, technology and human sciences and damage control etc.

All of the classes were related to jobs that would be in high demand. They were all well paid and were the dreams of many people, this even interested Junya. He could see himself in many of the following classes since they were all interesting and would take an interesting path.

All the classes had something to do with the current protection of the nation. While combat classes were normally to help grow normal people into very talented Mobsters, not everyone was geared toward this so other classes would be available.

However, it was still a fundamental belief that everyone should learn some degree of self-defence.

"My extra classes will be Weapon Encryption, Mob Psychology and Anatomy Research "

"She nodded happily as she began putting in more information. Then her face turned blank, she frantically spammed her keyboard, however, nothing seemed to work.

Seeing her change in demeanour, both Wrenlow and Junya looked at him differently, with their eyes wondering the same thing.

Is something the matter?

"I uh, I don't see a suite dorm for you, Mr Junya. For you, the only available dorm rooms are the ones of regular students which you have to share with a roommate"

"That's fine, I never expected that anyway sharing is fine. If possible, I'd like one on the top floor."

The woman was ready for some outrage to happen, in which she would be sent to find out what happened, yet that didn't happen."I'll check it out"

"There is room in 469 building number one. Is that fine?"

"Yes, that's perfect."

She silently blew down and completed the process without any more inconveniences. "I'm all finished with your ID and class schedule. There is also a record for all the classes that you are taking. Books that you might need will be provided in class. Along with apparatus'. Download the school app to learn about Rels and how you can earn them"

"Very well thank you." The receptionist looked to Wrenlow and handed an already pre-done, document with a golden stamp neatly tucked within a large envelope. It carried the insignia of his family which was a sword and nothing else.

"This is for you, everything has already been done."

Wrenlow accepted the package with a nod before pulling out his dorm room card. "Does room 469 have a roommate?"

"I uhh, sir, your room is a deluxe sweet paid for by your family are you sure…"

"Yes, peas, I'm pretty impatient"

The woman stopped herself from inserting her opinion and did what he asked. Registering him as the roommate for room 469. After fixing this minor detail she handed him back the confirmation.

"Thank you miss, I'll remember your face" Wrenlow chuckled before walking off, not having a reason to stay Junya also left as well.

'Why did he opt to switch rooms, are they….' her face became bright red but shook such fantasies from her mind. They don't seem like that, I've never seen Wrenlow post anything on social media except him with his sword.

First, I have to figure out who Junya Wotanbe is, they might have had a long friendship before this.

"I wonder if anyone else knows anything about Junya Wotanbe." She took her phone out and started typing her experience.

On her profile, Enstagram, she had a decent following after updating her occupation as a receptionist at GCU. Along with her frequent gossip of the Apex families movement in public or on social media.

She became known once someone from an Apex family liked a photo of hers, giving her major credibility.

'I was on my first day of work and met someone with the last name Junya Wotanbe, has anyone heard of him? |'

She posted this as a thread to start an argument and waited.

"Erhem"

Something had gotten her attention, she looked up and saw nothing, before hearing grumbling and looked down. There she saw Wenji in a wheelchair still unable to help himself.

Only a doctor from his family which worked for the school acted as his maid.

"I need my package too…"

Bella looked confused until the maid introduced him. This is young mas- I mean Wenji Blackwell, Mother of Elizabeth Blackwell.

The introduction was short and sweet, which was enough to make Bella get her act together and hurry in retrieving the package.

"Here you go, sorry for my rudeness, I didn't recognise you."

"Haha! Fear the name of Wenji Blackwel- cough cough cough" Wenji started coughing uncontrollably. He gestured in the direction he wanted to move after failing to flaunt his arrogance. "Take me to my suite, I'm not a dumbass like Wrenlow"

The 'maid' followed her orders and wheeled him away.

Bella never imagine the day she would have seen someone renowned from a family of healers in a wheelchair. Her fingers burned with gossip as she started tapping away on all her social media.