"You dont know who I am?" Yumiko had the nerve to sound angry while standing in the boy’s room without an invitation and trying to pull his blanket off of him. She was so angry she even paused her pulling, staring at his face. His red face. Who was she? Why, the best person in existence, featured on TV so many times while making a big deal about western archery. Once she punched a reporter. That was also featured on TV.

"Yeah," she replied flatly. Yeah, she did indeed go around seeing if doors open. "It’s your own fucking fault you left it open." The girl looked almost bored, still clutching the blanket in her gloved hands. Her eyes trailed down the blanket, noticing a highly peculiar bump around his crotch when she pulled the blanket taut. Yumiko looked up to the boy’s eyes with a serious look before laughing loudly, still not letting the blanket fall from her hands. "You didn’t even finish, haha!" Hilarious! He was probably that bad at jerking off.

“Hey, it’s not my fault this school assigns dorms with faulty doors—” And that’s when he stopped. He was too uncomfortable to even speak. Of course, he’d be made fun of in his own room doing what a teenager would normally do when they get that feeling. By now, he was pretty used to being made fun of for just doing whatever.

His eyes shifted to look somewhere else, distress obvious on his face. Of course, thinking about something else would be optimal but all that came to mind was more taunting, from the past. Look at the bee boy, he doesn’t even have human friends. Good ol’ childhood.

He tried to bring words out, but they’d just get stuck in his throat. What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t just yell at somebody for this, he doesn’t know how to handle this.

Instead, he just looked away. All he wanted was some private time, was that so hard to ask for. Honestly.