I made my way back to the dorm room, inserting and turning the key to unlock it before opening the door slowly, making sure to be extra careful not to make too much noise to stir my summoner away.

  He was still sound asleep on his bed.

  What should I do?

  I’m more of a late sleeper, and there are a few reasons for this. One, I’m not a believer in going to bed early when your mind is still active enough, so I usually pass this time by using my phone. However, I don’t have my phone since I died. Even if I could make my phone, there’s no way I’d be able to recreate the nuances and complexities of technology to be able to use my smartphone as I wanted, as a lot of the services I’d like to use are online, something I doubt this world has the infrastructure for.

  Two, I find it harder to sleep since I like to think a lot, and I’m feeling nervous about tomorrow since I have to go to school. In my past life, I’d feel more at ease since I’d at least be taught in the only language I know how to speak. Here? I don’t have the agency of being able to listen to the words spoken by anyone, nor the reading comprehension for books or anything written by anyone.

  How am I going to get by with this extreme learning deficit? It’s hard to be concise when communicating with my power when I’m gambling on the possibility of people understanding what I’m trying to convey.

  Making comics to explain what happened could work if Mr. Blonde is any indication. The problem is what if I needed to give one-word answers, like a pop-quiz or I was suddenly interrogated?

  Actually, would I even know I was being interrogated?

  The idea of being asked serious and critical questions, yet being clueless about their context, would certainly be funny to me, yet infuriating to the interrogator.

  I let out a yawn.

  Ah, I’m getting tired. I guess I should follow my summoner’s lead and get some sleep.

  As I undressed to put on some comfortable sleeping clothes, something fell out of my jeans’ pocket. It was the toothbrush and bar package I snagged earlier.

  Oh. I had forgotten about that.

  I placed it next to the key in my bowl before getting under the covers and letting myself drift to sleep.

  …

  I felt my body repeatedly being pushed as I lay in my makeshift bed. My eyes opened, only to see the interior of a room I’m barely familiar with. No, it’d be more accurate to say that despite familiarizing myself with the room, seeing it still felt out of place. Seeing my summoner wanting me to get up only added to that strangeness.

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  Not wanting to dwell on this feeling, knowing what’s to come, I got up. Apparently, my summoner had taken the time to dress up in his uniform before waking me up. It would have been nice if you had woken me up too, so I could get ready at the same time as you.

  I moved to grab my uniform, but he stopped me, pointing to his shoes. Unsure of what he was thinking, I created and put on a pair of simple grey socks before conjuring a pair of some laceless, fancy shoes. He urged me to follow him, and I complied, taking me to the bathroom I had showered in before.

  He directed me to the sink. On the countertop were the 2 thin packages containing a toothbrush and a weird bar, with one of them being the small package I had taken with me. He grabbed the unopened one and tore it open to retrieve its bar and toothbrush. A small chunk of the bar was broken off before my summoner plopped it into his mouth, chewing it like gum. He then wet the toothbrush’s bristles with the faucet’s water before brushing his teeth in a typical fashion, cycling through different movements.

  I opened my package, peeling away the tape I put on before copying his actions.

  The toothpaste in question was sweet and had a minty flavor. Never in my life would I have considered chewing toothpaste as a part of routine hygiene.

  The way my summoner spoke and performed exaggerated actions told me that he was treating his teachings as if he were kid’s show host teaching a child to brush their teeth for the first time. It felt a little insulting to be treated like a kid, but with me being a few days old in this life, I might as well be. Also, he likely doesn’t know what to do with me as much as I don’t know what to do with him, past being his obligatory roommate, so I put it in the back of my mind.

  He scooped up water with his hand to sip, rinse, and spit. I made a cup to fill it with water, then did the same, before dissipating it. The expression he made when I did that basically said, “I could’ve used that too…” or something similar.

  I saw him looking at the toilets before looking at me.

  I had to stop him right there and tell him I am already potty-trained.

  I produced a paper with a simple diagram showing a man urinating and defecating into a toilet. The design of the diagram looked so cartoonish that the most disgust you could show for it was an expression of discomfort. An expression my summoner was undoubtedly showing.

  He merely nodded before moving on to the showers, demonstrating by turning the valves to show the running and not-running states of the showerhead.

  This would be the best opportunity for me to ask where their body wash and shampoo were. I wasn’t one to necessitate conditioner in my shower routine, just soap and shampoo to ensure that I cleaned myself enough to have washed away the filth of yesterday.

  I tapped his shoulder before making the motions I’d go through when shampooing my answer.

  If the school were as wealthy and disciplined as it appeared to be, then surely it included a vital step in showering.

  My summoner seemingly understood and gestured for me to follow him. He took me into a closet full of blankets, pillows, and toothbrush packages. On the other side of the shelf holding the toothbrushes were, hopefully, this school’s shampoo. They looked a little different from the bars of soap I saw, sectioned like chocolate bars. Each section was shorter than the length of my fingers.

  He grabbed a bar before taking me back to the showers, and did a little demonstration of rubbing the bar through running water, causing a foam to form. He brought it near his hair and made a small motion before washing the foam away. When he finished, the bar was only slightly smaller. My summoner then treated some toilet paper and dried it off with a portion, before wrapping it snuggly with the rest. I’m guessing he plans on using that later when he revisits the showers.

  After that, he gave me a stern look, tapping on his uniform, before pointing to my sleeping clothes.

  He wanted me to get dressed.