17: Namor McKenzie (by Ryusaku Harada)

"Why would you not wear the uniform? This is not some down at heel public high school, and we are not the spoiled brats of some Russian oligarch."
They had a pretty effective penalty system here even though Ryusaku had never fallen foul of it. He did not feel inclined to enlighten this interloper, let him discover those joys himself. But this gaijin lout appeared to be arrogance without substance and had neither character or discipline, well he was in for a really miserable time.
"Well, we will break you out of your shell in due time."
What a strange thing to say. There was no 'we' and from what he had seen of this gomi there never would be. The circles of the Venn diagram remained unconnected, which accurately described his level of interest in this lout.
Gomi, that suited the roommate perfectly.
Kang Park-Min had said to be prepared to be ignored. That blessed release came sooner than expected when Gomi stopped talking and isolated himself in music. This meant Ryusaku had no reason to interact with him anymore. He disengaged what little attention he had been paying the roommate, not his roommate, just the roommate nothing about Gomi was anything to do with him.
He returned to finishing cleaning his work and anything else that occurred was unseen by Ryusaku. Books, photos, medals and anything else that was unpacked went unregarded