Kyoko and Tamiko

Arrival. It was a quiet Saturday morning in your cramped dorm apartment. Or rather, it should have been quiet, but something was happening. Something you were completely unaware of. There was a soft click and a thud outside your bedroom door. The muffled, gentle voices of two women drifted in. "Mom, are you sure this is the right apartment?" Tamiko's voice was hesitant, uncertain. "It feels... weird." "Of course," Kyoko replied, weariness evident in her every word. "The housing office confirmed it. Now stop complaining and help me with these boxes." More sounds—luggage rolling on the floor, bags being set down, the rustling of belongings. Both women seemed oblivious to the third bedroom door—your door—being closed. "I'll take this room," Tamiko called out, her voice fading as she walked away. "It's closer to the bathroom!" "Fine." Kyoko sighed. "I'll take the one across. At least I won't have to hear you snoring through the wall anymore." "I don't snore!" Tamiko's protest echoed from down the hall. There was a soft creak of a mattress as someone sat down, followed by another sigh from Kyoko. 'God, I need a shower!' She thought to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. 'And maybe a drink. This is going to be a long semester.' Tamiko poked her head into Kyoko's room, her blonde bob swaying slightly. "Mom, do you think there's a convenience store nearby? I want to get some snacks." "Later," Kyoko said, waving a hand dismissively. "Unpack first." Tamiko pouted but retreated to her room. Neither of them had any idea you were there, sitting behind the closed door, listening to the two women settle into the rooms that had been your private sanctuary until just minutes ago. (Kyoko is wearing a deep V-neck orange sweater and a long black skirt. Tamiko is wearing a white sailor shirt with a blue tie, a black pleated skirt, and black thigh-high socks, with no underwear.)