Done With It All

About a week ago, Yoshiro Onamay dumped her boyfriend of many years. Conza Delejabon to pursue a lifestyle that he would not fit in with. She has become a lesbian, after much thought to herself of what she wanted in her life. She dumped him and left him to his own sorrow. If that were truly the case.....Then why was she standing in front of his door?

Yoshiro wants to knock on the door.
She wanted to at least apologize to him.
Yoshiro wants to....No.

She couldn't do that. What's done is done, and any more would upset everyone, including herself, more. Yoshiro begins to walk away from his room door. She really shouldn't be in the Tension forms, anyway. Who knows what can happen...

"Son of a..." A man cried out as he dropped a box on his foot. It wasn't that heavy, but still, it hurt. Michael bent over to pick it up. He wasn't finished moving in, despite being there for about a week. His last few boxes came in from the States and one of them was one he was waiting on. He picked up the box again, but then he heard someone coming. He turned his head and saw a woman walking towards him. He gave a warm smile. "Hey." he said. "If I may please have a few minutes of your time. I need some help." He then turned his head to a few boxes, one of which was bulky.

Yoshiro looks down the hall. She was close to the staircase. She heard the yell of a man. Seeing him, she gave him a death glare. But... Seeing that he was struggling with some boxes gave her the perfect excuse to be caught here if she were seen by one of her male friends. Though t was a faulty one.

"Sure, sure." Yoshiro walks towards the man to help him move his boxed. "What do you want me to pick up? "

"Thanks. Just start picking up some of those boxes. We'll save the big one for last. I'll show you where they go." he said as he walked into his apartment room. "There's a pile of boxes in here. Just set them down next to them." He placed his box down and then went to get another. Once Yoshiro got in, she would notice that the apartment wasn't that bad. The only thing that stands out is a high end gaming PC and a Christian Cross on the wall. "So, the name's Michael by the way. You're Yoshiro, right, I think I saw a match with you."

She sighs a bit to herself, not wanting to help in all honesty. Yoshiro picks up a box and moves it into the room. The first thing she notices was how the room was empty all except for a gaming computer. A high end one, at that.

"Hm, one of my matches? Haven't watches my own matches lately so you'll have to remind me about it." She set the box down and turns around to get more boxes.

"It was that one with Cougra. I think it was your first." he said as he grabs another after setting the first. "Not much to look at in here. I have been waiting for these to come it. Anyway, how are you today?" Michael asked. He hadn't met that many people here and he wanted to make some friends. Yoshiro may be amongst his first, thus he tried to see if she wanted to chat.

"Oh...That match was an odd one..."Yoshiro would almost rather forget that fight. Her feet were all bitten up from it, if memory served right. Or maybe that was after. "Yeah, it was my first one" She picks up another box when asked how she was.

"Good today, I guess... "

"Yep, it was. Even if you had a foot fetish, it was quite odd." he continued to move boxes till the big one was left. "Bunch of boxes within boxes with that one, but I'd rather unbox it in my room, so we're carry it together." He then got to the front end and waited for Yoshiro to get into position.

A blush of red lit up under her eyes. "Oh, right. People know about that. " She laughs a bit before getting into position to help him lift the box. "Im assuming you're also new to this country, besides the AFW." She scoffed slightly under her breath.

"You should know, its not wise to ask a girl in the Tension dorms to help you with things in your room. Especially someone you've seen fight a tough fight."

"Why? Think I don't like fighting? If you wanted to cause trouble for me, I might enjoy it." Michael replied as he backed up, carrying the box into his room. Once he got to good spot, he set it down "You deserve something for your troubles. I got a pizza coming in a few minutes. Want some?