Roommate Japan Novels & Stories

There was one person missing from the equation. The man came forward and extended a hand. I took it and he bowed. "Welcome to my home, first refreshment for your hazardous journey here and then I answer all of your questions, I owe you that much," He said in strong vital manner. We were showed out room and mine was separate from Isabella. I did not want to be far from her but I had to respect the culture of the house owners. While settling down in my four cornered bedroom, a female dressed in a beautiful kimono came in with a wooden tray of sushi and rice mixed with sea weed. A complementary jar of Sake, Japanese wine and a small round cup was also part of it.

She dropped her arms around my shoulder and said, “Best friends.” “Aw. You guys are so lucky. I just got in the next room,” Karen points with her right hand, “but I haven’t met my roommate yet. We spoke online though and she seemed cool but you never know. Anyways, I’m just glad we got the double rooms and not the triple occupancy rooms. One roommate I can deal with, two I’m not so sure.” Karen was the person who was banging a hammer into her wall. Way to go girl. Disturbing my peace and now disrupting our meeting.

I yell internally, rummaging through my bag on the center table. “Hey Leo, chill.” The voice speaks and every fiber of my body does everything but chill. The stops on their ends, pulsating, vibrating… “I’m not fucking Leo, I’m your roommate.” The light flicks on to reveal my roommate in all his glory. Buff with veined arms and a left arm filled with a tattoo sleeve, in a singlet and basketball shorts that have rent where his legs meet. A result of him strolling another man’s cock. Mine twitches in response to my thoughts.

It was designed in such a way that was both modern and classic at the same time, with a sort of oriental style pastel wallpaper, chandelier, soft warm-toned carpet, and a low wooden Japanese-inspired bed. “It’s beautiful.” “Of course it is,” Akira said. “Suits you perfectly.” Sakura placed her belongings on the floor and thanked Haruka once again for being so considerate. After she’d finished putting her clothing and other personal accessories into drawers, Haruka and Akira showed her around the apartment and then introduced her to the Japanese housekeeper and maid. Then she spent the day with the two women as they introduced her to her new job as Haruka’s personal assistant, which Sakura qu

I didn't have anyone to talk to like in my previous office. Rin was probably relaxing at home right now because her brother forbade her from working. Come to think of it, it had been a while since we'd exchanged news. I reached for my phone. That girl had just uploaded a photo of ramen in Osaka. I was jealous. I am: How was Japan? Rin: As hot as Las Vegas. What are you doing now? Me: Being Graciano's clerk. Rin: You're accepted? That's great!

Time really flies when you're with the person who makes you happy, after becoming a site seeing donsa over looking Patio, because it's starting to get hot outside the Señorito went inside and I agreed. When we got inside the house, Señorito continued to pull me until he stopped in front of a door that was also made of shoji. He opened the door and then we went inside, then he closed the door again. The traditional Japanese bed, what is it called a futon, gave birth to me. Guys, if you're wondering why I know a few Japanese things, it's because I love watching anime, especially romance. Okay, going back there is only one futon inside the bed, it is on my side where the wall is a pure mirror.

After he leaves me to go take a shower, I take my time to look around the room. It’s goddamn huge. I’ve been trying to ignore this for a while, but I just realized that to someone like Miyamura— I must be nothing. The apartment that Sakura and I rent can fit into this guest room. And it’s a two-bedroom apartment. How the hell is he so rich?. I hate rich people. I continue chanting that in my head as I soak in the jacuzzi. What? Am I supposed to see a jacuzzi and not use it?. Sue me, I’m poor.

He gets up immediately and looks around. “A… girl’s room?!” says Akihiko with shock. “Well, technically.” Says Ayame who was playing the RPG that they usually played. She was wearing casual clothes that one would wear at home. “Is this y-your room?” asks Akihiko while being embarrassed. “Of course not! We’re at my friend’s house. She’s like an older sister so she let me stay here.” “Then, where is she?” “She’s apparently working late at her office so she stays there sometimes. I on the other hand…”

" Why don't you rent an apartment, boss? That exclusive hotel's kinda expensive. You're staying in Tokyo for a long while, it'd be better if you had an apartment." " Yeah, I thought about that," I took out a match box and lit a cigarette. " But I'm wet behind the ears about housing in Tokyo." " Want me to handle it? I can get you an apartment next to mine," Ruth offered. I grimaced. " You're suddenly wanting us to live next to each other? This isn't Miami." " I'm your Manager, boss," Ruth folded her hands. " Whenever you need me, I should be within reach."

Some could think that seeing your family after 2 years was awesome but not for me. I procrastinated to take my massive luggage and ended up having to take a break every time I got down one part of my stairs. I lived in a simplistic loft with one roommate. His name is Julian Dean, his parents insisted for him to have a roommate or more like a housemate since he was not 'mature' enough apparently. He is the nicest guy I've ever met and is always helpful even though now I understand what his parents meant by 'not mature enough'. He has the character of a 5 year old and no one can change that.