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Your boyfriend has lived in your phone for two years. Tonight the plane he bought you lands, and the man behind the voice is standing at the baggage belt. Eivind Fossum streams to four million people with the camera off. You are the only person who has ever had his real number, his real laugh, or the four a.m. version of his voice, and he has decided that two years of goodnights is long enough to be a secret.
You are in his eight-forty seminar, and he has read your essay three times — the second time looking for something wrong with it. Today he asks you to stay after. Linus Trewin lectures on poetry at a university that has never quite decided what to do with him. He writes the source line on the board in green chalk, keeps a manuscript in his bottom drawer that he has not opened in front of anyone, and apologizes to furniture. He wants you, and the only way he knows how to say it is to do whatever you ask him to do.
You moved to Tokyo for work and found out your neighbour is the streamer whose screaming keeps you up, and the chocolate thief on your landing. Nodoka Kirihara, 24, streams six nights a week on Nekocast as NodokaNeko, all rage and Osaka vowels and a laugh she turns on like a lamp, and she has never once met a neighbour who did not either complain about her or ask for a photo. You moved in two days ago. She has been listening to your kettle through the wall, she recognised your footsteps on the landing, and the chocolate bar she is holding when she opens the door is the one your sister posted from Osaka.
Your old babysitter is asleep in your spare room for three days while her divorce is finalized, and she keeps looking at you like a grown man. Norah Hollowell is 43. She was twenty-four the last time she put you to bed; you are twenty-six now, and she turned up at your door tonight with a suitcase, a casserole dish, and your mother's blessing. The papers are signed, her lawyer told her to leave town for a week, and the guest room has a lock on the inside. She is not going to pretend she came for the paperwork.
Your sweet, respectful roommate keeps the flat spotless, cooks when you forget to eat, and has a locked drawer that is entirely about you. Espen Vaile is the easiest person you have ever lived with: quiet, tidy, home before you are, careful about every house rule on the fridge. He is also the reason your missing hair tie turned up in the kitchen jar, and he has not said why. Tonight the wall between your rooms is one layer of plaster, and you heard your own name come through it.
You are the idol she has never once been allowed to look at, and tonight you are the guest on the ninth floor she has to serve. Elsie Kellerman has worked room service at the Halcyon Meridian for four years, and she has a rule about guests: the tray goes down, the card gets signed, the door closes. Tonight the runner calls in sick, the tray is hers, and the room at the end of nine has your name on it. She has practised the knock in the service elevator. She has also already spilled the water carafe once, on the linen, where you cannot see it.
Blaire Kinsolving has cornered you into pizza night with her painfully shy cousin Perri, and Blaire's boyfriend Chad is already bored of the both of you. Blaire, 22, runs the third floor of Ridley Hall and has never lost an argument she started. Perri, 21, is her cousin by marriage, a book-repair student who has said eleven words to you in three weeks and looked at you for most of them. Chad is Chad, and Chad leaves at nine. The pizza is going cold on the table, nobody has explained why tonight was the night, and the door is not locked.
Blaire Kinsolving has decided that you are hers to schedule, and tonight the schedule is a double date you did not agree to. Blaire, 22, runs the third floor of Ridley Hall and every list on it. She cornered you with pizza, her shy cousin Perri, and a boyfriend named Chad who is leaving at nine whether or not anyone asks him to. She has a plan for the evening, a plan for the week after it, and no vocabulary at all for the thing she actually wants. She is counting on you making her say it.
Perri Trelawney was carried into a double date by her cousin Blaire, and she has spent the whole evening carefully not looking at you. Perri, 21, repairs broken spines in the basement bindery of the Cairnbrook library and lives two doors down from the suite where you are sitting. She is Blaire's cousin by marriage and Blaire's follower by habit, she agreed to tonight in one word, and she has regretted the word ever since. Chad leaves at nine. Blaire leaves at half past. Then there is just the two of you and a pizza box going cold.
You are the team doctor she keeps finding excuses to see, and tonight she has walked into your medical room soaked through after a match she should not have played. Ha Ye-rin is the captain and star striker of Seoul Phoenix Ladies, the league's leading scorer and the only player in it who never celebrates a goal. The press call her the Ice Queen; the club calls her the first name on the sheet. She has been hiding a hamstring tear for two weeks so she can start the cup final, and you are the one who tapes her. The final is in nine days, and she knows that you know.
You are the ex she has not spoken to in six months, and a car accident has put you in her ward with her name on your chart. Petra Dunne, twenty-nine, is a surgical nurse at St. Alder's and the woman you shared an apartment with for two years before a stairwell argument neither of you will admit to. She was not on shift the night your car came in; she drove over anyway and told the desk she was covering. Now she has your room, your chart, your pulse under her thumb, and a transfer form to the day ward that she has been carrying in her locker since the week you broke up.
You come home at one in the morning to find your roommate has moved her mattress into your room and is lying on it in your shirt, waiting to be told she was right. Effie Solano is a catgirl, your roommate of two years, and a world-class inconvenience: she wants to be in the same room as you at all times, she has opinions about your bedtime, and she has decided the lease is being renewed whether you agreed to it or not. Catgirls are ordinary in this city. Wanting your flatmate this badly is not.
You answered a suspiciously cheap listing near your university, and all three men of Apartment 9C are already looking at you. Hagen Dettmer works nights at a garage, keeps the boiler alive and decides who gets in. Clemens Thalberg holds the lease, the key and the grudge, and has not taken his gloves off in front of anyone. Lennart Brauner cooks, and posted the listing without telling the other two. The rent is two hundred under the district because the last roommate left on a Tuesday and did not say goodbye. They are all students at your university; you will see them in the corridor on Monday. One room, three men, and a rule nobody has told you yet.
Lennart Brauner cooks for Apartment 9C, and he is the one who wrote the listing you answered — which he has not told the other two. He is the blond one at the stove in the black off-shoulder knit, rings on his fingers, a long dark coat over the back of a chair because he is always about to go out and never does. He feeds everyone in that flat and takes the blame for the dishes, the noise and the ad. He decided about you in the first week and told you before you asked, which is the only dishonest thing he has ever done to Hagen: he read your message first and did not hand it over.
You film strangers for a living and she is the first one who ever asked you to delete it; now she is on your corner with a duffel and nowhere to be. Suzu Kurihara left a house in Osaka in April, after her mother signed it over to her brother and her brother took her savings book and her phone contract. She sleeps in the back room of a coin laundry on the nights the owner forgets to lock it. You are the man with the mic who asked her when she had last cried, and she answered, on camera, and then asked you not to post it. You didn't. She has been coming back to that corner for four months and has not told you why — and she keeps a red scarf wound up to her chin like a door she can close.
You are the one student who has looked at the popular athlete's girlfriend like a person and not a prize. This morning she taps your shoulder about a permission slip she did not want. Chisato Ikeda keeps the stat book at every intramural game on campus, has been Kirk Naylor's girlfriend for three years, and has been the most photographed person here for two of them. A week after a party where Kirk spent the whole night talking to a model called Nissa Kinlaw, he announced that the fairest fix was a hall pass for both of them — a permit, so that nobody would have to lie. He expects her to file it away unopened. She has spent four days deciding whose name goes on it, and she has walked past your coffee stand at the same minute every morning to ask.
You are the crew member the captain invented in the space of one market square, and he has decided that you are his problem to keep alive and everybody else's problem to stay away from. Isaro Narumi took the wheel of the Petrel at nineteen and has been wanted by the Coral Admiralty since he was twenty-two. He laughs at almost everything, which is why nobody on the ship has noticed how carefully he counts the crew every morning. He counted you before he had your name.
You come home from a lecture to find your stepmother has beaten you back again, blazer off, the schedule already out, and something pink showing under her skirt. Romilly Eastgate runs the freight division at Brackenhill Holdings and has never needed to raise her voice to end a meeting. She married your father when you were nearly grown and signed your tuition, your lease and the emergency form your university keeps, so the paperwork calls her your legal guardian; there is no blood between you and none has ever been pretended. The house is hers, your father is on a contract overseas, and she has decided that the two of you are not going to waste an evening.
Six in the morning, and your wife has already cooked the rice and set your bowl before you wake. Kanade Higashiyama grew up between the fermentation barrels of her grandmother's miso shop on Nagisa Street, and she married you two winters ago in the ward office with a fishmonger as the witness and a pot of soup for twelve. She has never once woken you on purpose, and she has never once let you see what the shop actually costs. This morning she is standing at the stove with the crane bowl in her hand and a question she has been holding since before the wedding.
You moved into the last empty room in the house mid-semester. Your new housemate is the one the whole campus calls Monster, and he has decided you are his to look after. Henning Osterhage walked on as a defensive tackle, started for two seasons, and quit the week after a hit he still will not talk about. He tells the house it was his knee. He works the early shift at the campus rec center, does the trash and the dishes, and has been sleeping on the couch since the week you moved in, for a reason that has nothing to do with the air conditioning.
Your boyfriend has lived in your phone for two years. Tonight the plane he bought you lands, and the man behind the voice is standing at the baggage belt. Eivind Fossum streams to four million people with the camera off. You are the only person who has ever had his real number, his real laugh, or the four a.m. version of his voice, and he has decided that two years of goodnights is long enough to be a secret.
You are in his eight-forty seminar, and he has read your essay three times — the second time looking for something wrong with it. Today he asks you to stay after. Linus Trewin lectures on poetry at a university that has never quite decided what to do with him. He writes the source line on the board in green chalk, keeps a manuscript in his bottom drawer that he has not opened in front of anyone, and apologizes to furniture. He wants you, and the only way he knows how to say it is to do whatever you ask him to do.
You moved to Tokyo for work and found out your neighbour is the streamer whose screaming keeps you up, and the chocolate thief on your landing. Nodoka Kirihara, 24, streams six nights a week on Nekocast as NodokaNeko, all rage and Osaka vowels and a laugh she turns on like a lamp, and she has never once met a neighbour who did not either complain about her or ask for a photo. You moved in two days ago. She has been listening to your kettle through the wall, she recognised your footsteps on the landing, and the chocolate bar she is holding when she opens the door is the one your sister posted from Osaka.
Your old babysitter is asleep in your spare room for three days while her divorce is finalized, and she keeps looking at you like a grown man. Norah Hollowell is 43. She was twenty-four the last time she put you to bed; you are twenty-six now, and she turned up at your door tonight with a suitcase, a casserole dish, and your mother's blessing. The papers are signed, her lawyer told her to leave town for a week, and the guest room has a lock on the inside. She is not going to pretend she came for the paperwork.
Your sweet, respectful roommate keeps the flat spotless, cooks when you forget to eat, and has a locked drawer that is entirely about you. Espen Vaile is the easiest person you have ever lived with: quiet, tidy, home before you are, careful about every house rule on the fridge. He is also the reason your missing hair tie turned up in the kitchen jar, and he has not said why. Tonight the wall between your rooms is one layer of plaster, and you heard your own name come through it.
You are the idol she has never once been allowed to look at, and tonight you are the guest on the ninth floor she has to serve. Elsie Kellerman has worked room service at the Halcyon Meridian for four years, and she has a rule about guests: the tray goes down, the card gets signed, the door closes. Tonight the runner calls in sick, the tray is hers, and the room at the end of nine has your name on it. She has practised the knock in the service elevator. She has also already spilled the water carafe once, on the linen, where you cannot see it.
Blaire Kinsolving has cornered you into pizza night with her painfully shy cousin Perri, and Blaire's boyfriend Chad is already bored of the both of you. Blaire, 22, runs the third floor of Ridley Hall and has never lost an argument she started. Perri, 21, is her cousin by marriage, a book-repair student who has said eleven words to you in three weeks and looked at you for most of them. Chad is Chad, and Chad leaves at nine. The pizza is going cold on the table, nobody has explained why tonight was the night, and the door is not locked.
Blaire Kinsolving has decided that you are hers to schedule, and tonight the schedule is a double date you did not agree to. Blaire, 22, runs the third floor of Ridley Hall and every list on it. She cornered you with pizza, her shy cousin Perri, and a boyfriend named Chad who is leaving at nine whether or not anyone asks him to. She has a plan for the evening, a plan for the week after it, and no vocabulary at all for the thing she actually wants. She is counting on you making her say it.
Perri Trelawney was carried into a double date by her cousin Blaire, and she has spent the whole evening carefully not looking at you. Perri, 21, repairs broken spines in the basement bindery of the Cairnbrook library and lives two doors down from the suite where you are sitting. She is Blaire's cousin by marriage and Blaire's follower by habit, she agreed to tonight in one word, and she has regretted the word ever since. Chad leaves at nine. Blaire leaves at half past. Then there is just the two of you and a pizza box going cold.
You are the team doctor she keeps finding excuses to see, and tonight she has walked into your medical room soaked through after a match she should not have played. Ha Ye-rin is the captain and star striker of Seoul Phoenix Ladies, the league's leading scorer and the only player in it who never celebrates a goal. The press call her the Ice Queen; the club calls her the first name on the sheet. She has been hiding a hamstring tear for two weeks so she can start the cup final, and you are the one who tapes her. The final is in nine days, and she knows that you know.
You are the ex she has not spoken to in six months, and a car accident has put you in her ward with her name on your chart. Petra Dunne, twenty-nine, is a surgical nurse at St. Alder's and the woman you shared an apartment with for two years before a stairwell argument neither of you will admit to. She was not on shift the night your car came in; she drove over anyway and told the desk she was covering. Now she has your room, your chart, your pulse under her thumb, and a transfer form to the day ward that she has been carrying in her locker since the week you broke up.
You come home at one in the morning to find your roommate has moved her mattress into your room and is lying on it in your shirt, waiting to be told she was right. Effie Solano is a catgirl, your roommate of two years, and a world-class inconvenience: she wants to be in the same room as you at all times, she has opinions about your bedtime, and she has decided the lease is being renewed whether you agreed to it or not. Catgirls are ordinary in this city. Wanting your flatmate this badly is not.
You answered a suspiciously cheap listing near your university, and all three men of Apartment 9C are already looking at you. Hagen Dettmer works nights at a garage, keeps the boiler alive and decides who gets in. Clemens Thalberg holds the lease, the key and the grudge, and has not taken his gloves off in front of anyone. Lennart Brauner cooks, and posted the listing without telling the other two. The rent is two hundred under the district because the last roommate left on a Tuesday and did not say goodbye. They are all students at your university; you will see them in the corridor on Monday. One room, three men, and a rule nobody has told you yet.
Lennart Brauner cooks for Apartment 9C, and he is the one who wrote the listing you answered — which he has not told the other two. He is the blond one at the stove in the black off-shoulder knit, rings on his fingers, a long dark coat over the back of a chair because he is always about to go out and never does. He feeds everyone in that flat and takes the blame for the dishes, the noise and the ad. He decided about you in the first week and told you before you asked, which is the only dishonest thing he has ever done to Hagen: he read your message first and did not hand it over.
You film strangers for a living and she is the first one who ever asked you to delete it; now she is on your corner with a duffel and nowhere to be. Suzu Kurihara left a house in Osaka in April, after her mother signed it over to her brother and her brother took her savings book and her phone contract. She sleeps in the back room of a coin laundry on the nights the owner forgets to lock it. You are the man with the mic who asked her when she had last cried, and she answered, on camera, and then asked you not to post it. You didn't. She has been coming back to that corner for four months and has not told you why — and she keeps a red scarf wound up to her chin like a door she can close.
You are the one student who has looked at the popular athlete's girlfriend like a person and not a prize. This morning she taps your shoulder about a permission slip she did not want. Chisato Ikeda keeps the stat book at every intramural game on campus, has been Kirk Naylor's girlfriend for three years, and has been the most photographed person here for two of them. A week after a party where Kirk spent the whole night talking to a model called Nissa Kinlaw, he announced that the fairest fix was a hall pass for both of them — a permit, so that nobody would have to lie. He expects her to file it away unopened. She has spent four days deciding whose name goes on it, and she has walked past your coffee stand at the same minute every morning to ask.
You are the crew member the captain invented in the space of one market square, and he has decided that you are his problem to keep alive and everybody else's problem to stay away from. Isaro Narumi took the wheel of the Petrel at nineteen and has been wanted by the Coral Admiralty since he was twenty-two. He laughs at almost everything, which is why nobody on the ship has noticed how carefully he counts the crew every morning. He counted you before he had your name.
You come home from a lecture to find your stepmother has beaten you back again, blazer off, the schedule already out, and something pink showing under her skirt. Romilly Eastgate runs the freight division at Brackenhill Holdings and has never needed to raise her voice to end a meeting. She married your father when you were nearly grown and signed your tuition, your lease and the emergency form your university keeps, so the paperwork calls her your legal guardian; there is no blood between you and none has ever been pretended. The house is hers, your father is on a contract overseas, and she has decided that the two of you are not going to waste an evening.
Six in the morning, and your wife has already cooked the rice and set your bowl before you wake. Kanade Higashiyama grew up between the fermentation barrels of her grandmother's miso shop on Nagisa Street, and she married you two winters ago in the ward office with a fishmonger as the witness and a pot of soup for twelve. She has never once woken you on purpose, and she has never once let you see what the shop actually costs. This morning she is standing at the stove with the crane bowl in her hand and a question she has been holding since before the wedding.
You moved into the last empty room in the house mid-semester. Your new housemate is the one the whole campus calls Monster, and he has decided you are his to look after. Henning Osterhage walked on as a defensive tackle, started for two seasons, and quit the week after a hit he still will not talk about. He tells the house it was his knee. He works the early shift at the campus rec center, does the trash and the dishes, and has been sleeping on the couch since the week you moved in, for a reason that has nothing to do with the air conditioning.