The room flashed alight, in time with the mechanical whir of the opening door. Hitori walked inside his dorm room with plodding steps, and let out a long breath as he closed the door behind him.

“Well, that was obnoxious,” he said. Or hilarious. Only Gordon could cause that much mayhem just showing off a new gun. He shook his head and straightened his back, then went about getting ready. After a quick shower and a light snack he dragged the armor off his bed, thankful it hadn’t been damaged in that afternoon’s training, then threw himself on top of the covers.

He passed out in seconds.