New Home. [Jasmine]

First day of sun
On the shores of Orion

A little uncharacteristic of her it may be, but Jasmine still woke up a little earlier than usual. As surprising as it was, she didn't even need her alarm clock. Come the break of dawn her eyes were already wide open and she was wholly awake within minutes. She had her morning coffee. She had her shower and went through her other morning rituals. She had even cleaned her room and ironed all her clothes, leaving them in the places the were supposed to be in instead of strewn around everywhere. Cleaning the dust out was a little annoying. As was vacuuming. And don't even get her started on making sure all the little things she had were safely stored away in places where they couldn't obstruct somebody's path. The last thing she wanted was for her new roommate to step on something and hurt herself.

Speaking of her new roommate, Rin was supposed to arrive shortly. Jasmine hummed as she straightened herself and looked over the room. She had cleared out some space on the other side of the room where a second bed was. She pushed one of her nightstands towards it, and a desk right close. The way Jasmine organized it seemed like their two living spaces were separated by a living area - a couch and a table in front of her TV. If this room had walls, it'd be a perfect three room apartment. She was actually a little proud of herself.

And when the door rang, the blonde eagerly opened.

"Heya-!" she was instantly interrupted by the utter nervous slur raining out of Rin's mouth the minute Jasmine opened the door. She chuckled lightly as soon as the class president was done mumbling and took the cardboard box from her, noting how light it was, "Come on in and make yourself at home! Well.. it is your home now, I suppose." She set the box down on the living room table and glanced over to Rin, "Need help getting the rest of your stuff up here?"

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First day of sun
On the shores of Orion

Her words having registered in Jasmine's head, the blonde bombshell froze for a quick second. Resting her hand on Rin's cardboard box, she tilted her head a bit to the side, glancing at the awkward girl curiously. Really? This was it? Well... she wouldn't exactly say she was surprised - considering her upbringing Jasmine really didn't expect Rin to come over with five truck fulls of stuff. But to have so few things that were her own? Practically no clothes (which she assumed since Rin was wearing her school outfit on a weekend), and she devolved into the usual stuttering mess she tended to turn into whenever they talked about her.

Jasmine thought on it for a brief moment. She knew what it was like to have nothing, if she was to be painfully honest. Sure, now she had loads of stuff. A flatscreen TV, a gaming console, a state-of-the-art laptop, the newest phone money could buy, an obnoxiously loud sound system, lots of different clothes - all of that shit. Mostly because of the guilt of one hero who couldn't be there when people needed him most. Now that Jaz got all of the stuff she'd wanted growing up, she didn't know what to do with it. She hadn't touched the TV since they didn't air anything worth watching, the gaming console was left alone since playing by herself was boring, the laptop was only used for class assignments, phone and speakers for music, and clothes... she barely wore anything than panties and a shirt at home, and outside she mostly wore hoodies and short-shorts. Really, the moment Jasmine got everything she had wanted as a kid, those things just... stopped being important to her. Or rather, she realized that they were never important in the first place.

What was really important to her, she realized, were people. The people she grew up around. The people she grew up with. And the people who took turns taking care of her. That's what mattered to her the most. And that is what she had lost the most of as well. This was one of the reasons Jasmine hated her life here despite seemingly having everything a girl her age could ever want. What Jasmine was used to was living in cooped up places with lots of kids her age. She was often touted as the big sister in those groups; the girl who would make sure people were fed even if it meant she would starve herself. The girl who would put herself in harms way if it meant the kids she lived with were safe. Living in this stale, lonely environment was... it was sad. It wasn't her.

But now, hopefully, that would change. And maybe, just maybe, she could become the difference that the personality in Rin needed to bloom.

Jasmine simply smiled at Rin before carefully walking up to her. Raising a hand, she gently placed it atop the smaller girl's head and stroked her hair, noting how soft it was despite lacking proper care, "Don't worry about it, Rin. What's yours is mine. You're not leeching. We're roommates. We're here for each other, you know? Times may be a bit difficult for you now - lean on me. When shit goes sour for me, I'll lean on you. Got it? Great. Now," she paused, turning to her closet.

Humming to herself, Jasmine stomped over to her closet and rummaged through it. Rin would need clothes. Clothes Jaz had an obnoxious abundance of. Sure, her clothes were probably a bit too large for the girl, but nobody minded having a warm hoodie they could huddle up into in the middle of the night. Grinning to herself, she fetched the piece of clothing and presented it to Rin.

It was a simple purple sweatshirt with a hood - large, yet excruciatingly comfy. One of Jaz's favorites, honestly. But that was exactly what that was - another item that Jaz had several replacements for. She handed it to Rin, "Consider this my moving in present. And don't you dare say no because I'm going to glue you inside of it if you do," she said, a short chuckle following her words... yet at the same time making it clear that she was dead serious. In a funny kind of way.

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First day of sun
On the shores of Orion

Comical wasn't the right word, honestly. More so... expected? To be completely fair Rin didn't have a lot of stuff, but Jasmine couldn't help but take note how much care she took to preserve said stuff. It was... inspiring, she wanted to say? Endearing? Definitely. But at the same time somewhat inspiring. As a person who had nothing herself, Jasmine never really bothered keeping stuff herself since she could just get her hands on things she needed in one way or another. To see this level of preservation was honestly a little bit of a surprise.

Jasmine could only snicker as Rin tackled her, the blonde allowing herself to fall to the ground while subsequently holding Rin by her hips to try and make sure the girl didn't accidentally hurt herself. It hurt, but only a little, and it definitely wasn't visible on the taller female, "A tent? Wow. That's what you make of my gift? I'm offended," Jaz said with a snort, flicking the other girl on her forehead. "It looks great on you, Rinnie. A little too big but as far as I'm concerned that's what hoodies are supposed to do - substitute sleeping bags. And don't worry about it. For now, at least. Evenings can get a little chilly so you'll definitely have a chance to wear it," as she said this, Jasmine herself embraced the other girl and stroked the back of her head gently.

After a few brief moments, Jasmine backed away a little and sat on the ground cross-legged. With a finger on her chin, she sunk deep into her thoughts. She hummed, "You're still gonna need some extra clothes. Cause like... what if a boy asks you out or something, you know? You gotta look good for dates and stuff. Then we gotta make sure you have enough shit for class like pencils and all that other crap. I'd share mine but I only have like one pen," she really didn't need more. If she lost the one she could always pluck one of Ryuusei or Yoruhi's... then again the latter was very likely to set her on fire if he caught her.

"We'll also need to stack up on some food since I only got enough for one person-" which was admittedly an overstatement. Enough for one person, in Jasmine's book, was a cup of noodles, some eggs, bacon, and maybe some orange juice if she wasn't too lazy to go to the store. Despite her quirk requiring her to actually maintain a balanced diet (which she could do since she did know how to cook pretty well), Jasmine was just too lazy to bother, "-but honestly we can do that later. You uh... you want some coffee or something? I think I have some juice in the fridge, too, if you're not much for caffeine."

Despite not exactly showing it, Jasmine was arguably just as excited as Rin was for this new chapter of her life at Yuuei. Living with another person under the same roof would be more of what she was used to and subsequently would make the lioness feel a lot more comfortable. Japan was entirely new hunting grounds for her already - hunting grounds which were too damn different from what she was used to. Fearing for her life and the lives of others, consistently being on her toes, fighting several times a day, scrounging to survive - that was her daily routine. And now... now she was practically given everything on a silver platter and it made the girl start feeling complacent. She had wondered how half these people even got into Yuuei with so little fighting experience - her fight with Maximillian and the results of some of her classmates in the rescue course being her prime examples. But at the same time she didn't question it. She was happy that not every place in the world was as fucked up as the place she came from.

And maybe, just maybe, living with Rin would make her feel a little more at home. Granted, it would still be a far cry from the constant battleground that was New York City, but it would still be a welcome change in her daily life. A very welcome change.

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First day of sun
On the shores of Orion

Did she... did she just... she just Kyaah'd, didn't she? She fucking did. Holy fuck that's so cute, Jasmine practically squealed in her mind at that. Had Rin not backed away she would've likely snugged the little girl against her chest without letting go for a little while... possible murder through breast suffocation? Not the worst way to go. And it also was totally called for given how cute Rin was.

Jasmine practically purred when Rin said something about Jaz teaching her about dating. She couldn't tell her much about boys, but dating... yeah, she had some experience with that. Not too much, but then again understanding other people wasn't really that difficult, especially when romance was concerned. Then again with boys it might be different. As far as she knew most of them either devolved into blubbering messes or were too confident for their own good and more often than not ended up turning either into jackasses or disappointments. That's what her straight friends back in NYC told her, anyway.

Speaking of... did Rin like girls or boys? She didn't even know. Huh. Not that it mattered much in the grand scheme of things. Jaz was more curious than anything. But at the same time... she didn't feel like just asking. That was... too easy. And too uncharacteristic of her. The sly part of the dominant lioness was clawing at her cage, eager to break out and play. And Jasmine fully intended to let it happen.

Watching as Rin went over to their closet, Jasmine quietly stood up. Sneakily prowling her way towards Rin, she said absolutely nothing as she leaned over her and reached into her closet with both arms on either side of her head. The height difference between the two girls made it so that Rin's head was practically smushed between the blonde's sizable chest. Subsequently, Jasmine fished out the largest tank she had from her closet... a tank that spelled Bite me over the chest area (don't ask how she got it, she went thrift shopping once and got it for the shits and giggles).

After a little while, Jasmine stepped back and offered Rin the tank, "Here. Try this on. I need to get a feel for, uhh... your size. Yeah."

The food question, not forgotten, was stored in the back of her head. She'd answer the question eventually. More pressing matters were afloat at that particular moment.

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First day of sun
On the shores of Orion

Her fingers grasping at her chin, Jasmine watched as Rin changed. Their previous exchange led her to two possible conclusions: either Rin was into boys, or she was utterly oblivious. Considering the several prior interactions they've had, the blonde would have put her money on the latter, honestly. Even for a body as underdeveloped as Rin's was, she had nice curves, Jasmine had to give her that. Not too much, but not too little either. Just the right amount. But it was hard to focus on that, really. Mostly due to how the abuse Rin went through was right there, glaring at her through all of the blue bruises on her skin.

Jasmine frowned a little, her mind only able to imagine what kind of pain she had to go through. Sure, Jasmine had gotten bruised hundreds of times and she had the scars to prove it. But it was just that - a simple bruise from some asshole fighting her. In Rin's case... it was her parents (or parent, she didn't exactly know) that hurt her. The person who brought you into this world, the person who raised you, suddenly raising a violent hand against you... the blonde lioness could only attempt to imagine what that was like.

Although, she didn't know whether Rin was simply oblivious or comfortable around her by this point, but the fact that the raven haired girl was openly showing her bruises to her was a rather warm thought. That meant she trusted her, right? She hoped so. She wanted Rin to trust her. She couldn't exactly tell you why even if you asked, it was just one of those things that made her feel at home. And while 'at home' meant abused kids, in this sense, and that was pretty horrible, she thought that she could try to make things better, as she so often did.

On some level Jasmine thought she might have come across as a little too touchy, but frankly she didn't really give a rat's ass. In the next few moments the lioness wrapped her long arms around the smaller girl gently, pulling her into a warm embrace, "We'll get something your size, alright?" She asked, her voice calm as a small smile made her lips curve upwards ever so slightly. Gently, Jasmine kissed a bruise on Rin's collarbone. She wasn't sure how Rin would react to that, but what she meant by the gesture is that she understood. And that she welcomed her here, into their new dorm room. Despite what she had gone through, she would help her feel safe in her new environment. And if that meant busting a few skulls somewhere down the line... well, they deserved it, as far as Jasmine was concerned.

Before long the blonde female parted and took a short step back, humming to herself. She glanced at Rin, then back to her corner of the room, then to her closet, then to their coffee maker, then back to Rin, "How are you with coffee? I figure we could have a cup while we check which of my clothes actually fit you semi-decently, then we can hit up the store, grab some food. Maybe hit up the mall later. You know, to grab all the essentials like some new bedsheets, pajamas, maybe some more clothes - whatever you want or like. I have lots of money left over that I don't really know what to do with, nor do I really need, so you really don't have to worry about it. After that... I'unno, we can play a game or whatever? I haven't touched that console in weeks."

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First day of sun
On the shores of Orion

Blasphemy. She's never had coffee. This poor soul didn't know what it was like to drink coffee in the morning. She'd have to rectify that, "Well, you've never had my coffee either. I'm sorry to say but it might spoil you," Jasmine said with a small smirk as she made her way to their makeshift kitchen, grabbing a few cups and some of the ingredients required to start her brew before stopping by the coffee machine and punching the required formula in. It wasn't often she got the chance to make others coffee. The last person to enjoy her work was Yumi, and before her it was her friends back over in in New York. She missed being able to enjoy a cup of coffee with someone, honestly.

"Or we could mix them up. Wear the skirt and one of my smaller shirts. A midriff would probably suit you just fine, don't you think? No way am I letting you go to the mall dressed in the school uniform on the weekend, Rinnie," Jasmine stated as she began mixing ingredients, "Oh, you want yours with milk or just black? Cappuccino? Latte?... Maybe an Espresso? Naw, I doubt an espresso's up your alley. Oh. I can make you a Frappe. You know, iced coffee. It's pretty good." She just started making the Frappe without actually waiting for confirmation.

"Yeah, I haven't had a proper meal in days... well, sure, I ate over at the caf but they're still only serving junk food over there. I'm not exactly complaining, but junk food alone isn't all that great for my quirk, y'know? So let's just drink our coffee and head over to the convenience store. We can grab all the food you'll need and head over to the mall. Sounds like a plan? Great."

Honestly she was excited for this new change. A roommate after this long a drought in terms of proper human interaction. All she did was fight and go to class, really. Sure, there was that battle she had with Nick at the arcade, but she doubted she'd enjoy spending time with that oaf. Maybe when he pulled that stick out of his ass, she'd reconsider.

Wait. She should probably introduce Rin to Yumi, shouldn't she?

Yeah. She should. But that could come later. All she wanted to do now was enjoy a cup of ice cold coffee with her new roommate... who was arguably the definition of adorable.

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