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no one else like you｜college au

Pairing: Yamada Akito x Female Reader (Rosemary)

Word count: 2.5k+

Synopsis: Heading off to CalArts college in Santa Clarita, CA. You’re majoring as a game designer. While trying your best to fit in and find a sense of normal, you make an academic rival; Yamada, a programmer/developer major. While you two get under one another's skin, Yamada thinks you could be much more useful to him as a fake girlfriend.

Other: Yamada aged up to 19―a college freshmen, fake dating, forced proximity, academic rivals, enemies to lovers. possible NSFW in future, not anytime soon!

It's late March, the month you were supposed to be hearing back from the handful of art schools you applied to. It’s nerve wracking, waiting for the letters to come one at a time, your hands shaking as you ripped open the mail, scanning your eyes over the words, trying to find the words “Congratulations” or “We apologize, but”. But what was worse than waiting? Getting accepted into the CalArts.

Growing up, you always fantasized about getting into such an elite school and when you had gotten the acceptance letter in the mail, you were more than ecstatic. When you told your best friend, Catrina, about the news, hoping the two of you would attend the same college and maybe even live together, soon both of your dreams were crushed when she showed you her mail, “you didn't get in?” The sadness in your voice was apparent, you knew she was disappointed, hell, you were too.

“I’m not going without you,” you handed her back her mail, somewhat crumpled from your anger. Catrina shakes her head and places the mail on her table, folding her arms as she looks you dead in the eye, “Don’t be stupid, Rose. This is once in a lifetime kind of opportunity, and you got a full ride scholarship!”

“I don’t care” You kind of did care, school for free? Who would be stupid enough to give that up?

“Girl, stop lying.” She moved to sit down at the dining table chair, resting one arm on the table and the other resting on her thigh. You walk closer to her, and she starts to speaks“I got accepted into other schools too, so you don’t have to worry!” She gives you a pleading look, trying to convince you to go to CalArts, but you already made up your mind.

“Fine..” You say, as if she was the one to convince you and not the scholarship money, “I’ll go.” Her face lit up, thinking she was the one who convinced you to go, “Great!”

A few months had passed by then, it was late September, the leaves were only just starting to change colors, from a vibrant green, to a faded brown mixed with a tinge of yellow and copper. Although you told Cat you’d attend CalArt, and although you registered, scheduled a move in date and even had a roommate chosen for you, you couldn’t help but still wonder if you made the right decision. How would you survive without your friends? You didn’t know a single soul that would be attending the same college as you, and the thought of making a new friend? Terrifying to say the least. You thought that since you now have a roommate and exchanged numbers you’d become quick friends, or at least had someone to talk to, but they seemed cold, distant and unwelcoming to say the least. She introduced herself as Yukari and informed you that she’ll be moving in the day after you did, and although you were grateful to be left alone the day of your move, knowing you’d be living with a stranger was.. weird.

The day to leave your hometown finally came. It was early in the morning, cold and somewhat foggy from the raining night before. There was a mixture of excitement and fear, assuring that you couldn’t get a wink of sleep, and as soon as your alarm went off, you knew that you couldn’t back out of this life altering experience. You groggily sat up, wiping the crust from your eyes. Once you stood up, you moved across the room to put on some jeans, a white top anda. grey hoodie over it, alongside some comfortable sneakers knowing you'll be on your feet all day. Once finished, you head to the bathroom, standing there across the mirror, staring at your figure, the dark eyebags occupying your face. You yawned as you reached for you toothbrush, lazily brushing your teeth and once finished, you moved towards the kitchen, to see your mother already up making a quick breakfast before you and your parents hop in the car and head down to your soon-to-be-home.

You took a seat and your dinner table, bouncing one leg up and down as you scrolled through your phone, trying to think of anything else but the pit of nervousness boiling in your stomach. As soon as you and your family finished your breakfast, which you hardly ate, you gathered your bags, luggages and any other small necessities and shoved them inside your family's car. You sat behind the passenger's seat your mother occupied, while your father drove. The drive was a little over 4 hours long, you feared your phone would die from being on it, but luckily you took advantage of the silent drive and took a nap.

You remember dreaming.. About someone? Something, maybe? You don’t remember much, it was a short dream that you seemed to immediately forget as you woke up to your shoulder shaking you, “Rosie,” your mother shakes you, trying to get your attention. You straighten your back, stretching your arms in your cramped space full of your belongings. “Hm?” you hummed out, scanning your surroundings, “oh” you look out the window to see hundreds of students walking around, carrying tubs of their belongings, even some staff helping them, talking to their parents. You see booths set up, cars backing out and parking inside whatever open spaces are available in the parking lot.

As you take in this chaotic site, you remember the words your best friend, Catrina, told you as she gave you one last big hug before saying goodbye to one another, “You’re meant to be there, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm the anxiety already stirring up inside of you as you open the car door. Your father was already talking to one of the staff members, asking what time is your move-in appointment was and as you begin to inform the two, from the corner of your eye you see someone, a quick flash of your dream takes over your vision. You blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision as you look back to your father and the staff member staring at you blankly, waiting as patiently as they can for an answer. “For.. two pm” you inform them, rubbing your eyes.

What was that? You think to yourself, Maybe it was the lack of sleep.. anxiety, maybe?

As the staff helps you and your parents take your massive amount of belongings up into your empty door, you take in the surroundings. You had the first pick of which bed and which side of the room would be yours, perfect.

The doorways were aligned perfectly in the middle of the room, giving the left and right side an equal amount of space. Across the room from the door was a large rectangular window with no curtains, only those flimsy window blinds that weren’t bright white anymore. It didn’t take you long to decide, you chose to go to the right side of the dorm. Your bed was lifted up a few inches off the ground, the headboard against the window wall and on the foot side of your bed was your desk, allowing a small gap of space between your chair and your wardrobe against the bedroom door wall. Unfortunately, your dorm does not come attached with a bathroom and shower, which sucked but it could have be worse. It could be in a completely different building, but it wasn’t.

As you get settled, your parents helping you unpack and organize your belongings, it slowly starts to feel like home. The sun was close to setting, that was now around 6 o’clock by time you finished setting up your side of the shared dorm. You stood proud, hands resting on your hips as you faced your already made bed. Your parents seemed proud too, they were finally free of you and no longer had to clean up/take care of you anymore.

After a bit of silence, the reality of the situation sets in, you turn to see your parents gathering up their items, ready to leave. They stood by the door, feeling your eyes on them, you spoke, “Are you leaving already?” You ask, trying not to sound too sad about it. You didn’t like crying in front of anyone, but it was a bit hard now. They nod and walk over to you, each giving a separate hug, your father telling you how proud of you he was as your mother took a step back, giving a nod in agreement. He gave you a quick squeeze before letting go, stepping back a bit, “Vas a hacer grandes cosas, Rosie” Your parents both gave you a small smile, your mother wiping the corner of her eyes as you gave a reassuring smiled back to each of them. They headed outside your door, giving you one last look and a thumbs up before they quietly shut the door behind them, leaving you alone in your dorm room.

It was oddly quiet, comforting almost as you sat down on your computer chair, turning to face your desk, your hands gliding over the smooth light oak wood desk. You weren't sure of what to do now, but your eyes started getting heavier again. The painstaking long day of packing, organizing, unpacking and organizing again without much sleep was taking a toll on you. You yawned and lifted yourself off your chair, grabbing a towel, pajama clothes and items needed to shower. As you grabbed all your belongings and headed outside to the hallway you quickly thought to yourself,

Where the hell is the bathroom?

As you stood out in the hallways with your belongings, you tried to scan all the nearby doors to see if any had a bathroom sign. You began walking down the hallway, barely turning your head left and right to avoid looking lost. It was so late in the day already that most students either left home or locked themselves in their dorms already. You reached the end of the corridor only seeing the exit door and other light oak doors that had whiteboards glued to them with other students named. You closed your eyes and sighed in frustration and turned around to walk down the same hallway once again, maybe you had missed it?

"Hey," A hushed voice called out from behind you, "excuse me!" They spoke a bit louder. You turn around to see a blonde woman standing in front of the exit door. "Hello?" You didn't mean for it to come out as a question, but maybe she thought you were someone else.

"Are you looking for the bathroom?" She asked, giving you a polite smile as she held her hands in front of her lap, head slightly tilted to the side as she looked at your and the belongings in your hand.

"oh, um,, yes I am, why?" You asked her, looking down at your things, seemingly obvious you were trying to shower. She smiled and walked a bit closer to you, but still maintaining a comfortable distance.

"It's on the other end of the hallway," she pointed over your shoulder, following her point, you look over your shoulder realizing the bathroom was next to your dorm the whole time. You sighed deeply, dropping your shoulders in disappointment.

You laugh at yourself and turn back to her, "Thank you.." you tried searching you collared shirt for a name tag.

"Akane, I'm the Resident Advisor, or RA for short!" She smiled brightly at you, her aura bubbly and friendly. You gave her a shy smile in return, "I'm Rosemary.. and thank you, long day" You shrug your shoulders. She nodded, understanding how tired you must be.

"If you have any other questions, let me know! My office is just one floor below, room 300." She gave her another smile before waving goodbye, leaving you alone in the silent, brightly lit hallway.

You walked to the bathroom, setting down your belongings on the counter, first brushing your teeth, staring into the mirror once again. You raised your eyebrows in astonishment, for some reason your eye bags had gotten darker. You felt a bit embarrassed knowing the RA saw you like this. Once done, you hopped in the shower, letting the hot, refreshing water wash away all the sweat and dirt you collected from your hard work today. As you get lost in thought thinking about your classes, roommate and how you'll make friends, you hear two voices enter the bathroom.

"He really was!" A voice exclaimed, the other hushing them. Footsteps followed, echoing in the somewhat empty bathroom.

"Quiet, you're so loud.." Clinking sounds were heard, they must have been placing their belongings on the counter.

"Sorry! But listen, he was so attractive! He had dark long hair, but not too long, ya know? Like.. a medium length I guess, and his eyes were such a pretty blue?!" She shrieked, hands palming the sink.

"Hey! Get off me, you're heavy" Her voice struggled, sounds of grunting as if shoving the entire body weight of their friend off her body. "I can't help it!" the other girl exclaimed, "I'm falling in love!" she giggled and the grunting stop, she stood up straight.

Blue eyes? Dark medium length hair? Although you can't picture the mysterious mans face, the very generic description felt familiar. You thought maybe you saw him as you came inside the building, or maybe the parking lot, but your memory was poor, you don't remember much, let alone faces. Once you decided you were finished with your shower, you turned the knob on the wall stopping the water head from warming you up and reached out to grab your towel hanging outside of the shower.

You stepped out, the two girls eyes you in the mirroring as you stepped towards the counter, trying to avoid their gazes. You had planned on changing in the bathroom, but they didn't seem to want you there, let alone change as they laid their eyes on you. You just quickly gathered your things and speed-walked back to your dorm. Thank goodness you lived here alone.. at least for now. You quickly got dress and dried your hair with your towel. You threw the towel and your dirty clothes into a corner on your side of the dorm, you have yet to acquire a laundry basket, plus you were so drained.

You threw yourself up on your bed, tucking yourself underneath your blankets, you tried taking deep breaths, calming yourself, preparing for your day tomorrow. Instead your mind goes back to the girls in the bathroom. They were rude, you think, why were they just.. staring? It was a bathroom, acting like I wasn't supposed to use that shower or something. You tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, your mind drifting to the mysterious man the girl proclaimed to be in love with,

blue eyes..

dark medium length hair..

blue eye.

dark hair.

You were fast asleep.

#rosemary #akito yamada #yamada #enemies to lovers #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #forced proximity #college au #possiblensfw

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