[ When he'd chosen to come to New York School of Design, it'd been 1) because it was in New York, where he was close to already 2) they had interesting specializations. Mostly it was that it was local. Arthur already has an undergraduate degree in fashion merchandising, being much more interested in the business side of things rather than the actual creation.
But, he was a curious sort and never liked to have too much downtime on his hands. So he'd applied for the menswear specialization after painstakingly putting together a portfolio (it'd been so long since he'd done anything of the sort). Fast forward to months later and he's got his student housing all sorted out. It's not a dorm really, more of an in-between of a dorm and a real life apartment. But cheaper (thank god). He didn't luck out and get a single, but that was fine. Arthur was okay with people. And he didn't plan on being in the room much, more focused on getting those studio hours in on the machines and dress forms.
He's in the middle of unpacking his clothes, carefully hanging shirts and slacks in the closet he's claimed, when he hears the front door open, mostly likely letting in his new roommate. A pressed pair of pants hangs over his forearm as he peeks out of the room, waving a polite hello to the newcomer. ]
the college au no one wanted // ishida + arthur
But, he was a curious sort and never liked to have too much downtime on his hands. So he'd applied for the menswear specialization after painstakingly putting together a portfolio (it'd been so long since he'd done anything of the sort). Fast forward to months later and he's got his student housing all sorted out. It's not a dorm really, more of an in-between of a dorm and a real life apartment. But cheaper (thank god). He didn't luck out and get a single, but that was fine. Arthur was okay with people. And he didn't plan on being in the room much, more focused on getting those studio hours in on the machines and dress forms.
He's in the middle of unpacking his clothes, carefully hanging shirts and slacks in the closet he's claimed, when he hears the front door open, mostly likely letting in his new roommate. A pressed pair of pants hangs over his forearm as he peeks out of the room, waving a polite hello to the newcomer. ]
Hey. Decided to come early too?