"You should go and clean my room up for the girls and you to sleep in. It's a bit messy, but you can handle that just fine, right?"

'A bit, huh. . .'

The boy deadpanned throughout the whole operation of cleaning and dusting the room that the boy and the girls would sleep in, alongside a little midget in twin drills that the secretary found cooping up in the cargo bay of Hyperion's hangar. The room, which felt more like an apartment room than anything, was an absolute mess when the boy got there. There was trash everywhere, and bottles of beer that made the boy pity the 27 year old woman.

"Ah, we have yet to give our names to each other, did we not?" Soren started the conversation with the midget. Said midget was an emotionless girl with gray-ish brown hair in twin drills. In comparison to the boy, the midget was child sized despite claiming to be 16 years old. Currently, she was still in the clothes when she was on Nagazora, which was a school uniform of sorts with a brown blazer with a pair of earrings with the accessories of those earrings having small glass yellow balls on it. She spoke in a monotonous manner that the boy almost mistook her for a doll.

"Bronya Zaychik, is The Bronya's name," the girl stated, ever so monotonically, while effortlessly dashing through the floor with the wet towel.

"I see. I am Soren. It is a pleasure to now know your name, Bronya. If you need any help, do not be afraid to as--"

"Soren, The Bronya forgives if this sounds rude, but Soren does not seem like a very competent person."

Taking this rather harsh criticism in stride, the boy smiled.

"Well, what I look like does not reflect what I am capable of, does it not?" The boy replied.

"Soren talks too formally."

"It is a coping mechanism."

"Soren's hair is white."

"Years of stress can cause the hair to turn white."

"Soren looks nothing like a priest."

"Not all priest wear robes."

Their back and forth continued on for some time, with both surprisingly knowing each other in such a short period of time as they continued cleaning up all the rooms of the dorm.

Meanwhile

"Those two are an interesting bunch, don't you think, Major Himeko?"

"To me? They seem like brats."

"Hm? Then is Soren any different from the two?"

"He's mature for his age, I give him that. He's not Japanese, is he? He never talks in Japanese and had fluent English, and yet, there was no distinguishable accent from him as well."

"Why are you suddenly interested in his nationality?"

This was a conversation between both Himeko and Theresa, the former of which had acquired information about both girls in school uniforms. The white haired was Kiana Kaslana, a student of Chiba Academy. The only thing known about her during her stay there was the fact that she was involved in a missing students case, where she killed the mastermind. The police force wrote Kiana's acts off as 'justified self-defense', and left her alone for the rest of her stay, leaving any other available details unknown. However, Theresa knew of the girl, and Himeko decided that it was a personal issue that Theresa and Kiana needed to settle themselves.

The other girl was Mei Raiden, daughter to Ryoma Raiden, who was the head of Massive Electronic Society, or ME for short that shortly became Anti-Entropy upon the arrest of its head from a supposed economic scandal.

Soon after discussing what to do with both of them, they concluded that the two would be students of St. Freya Academy, and from there, the discussion went to the only white haired male present in current time on the current location they were in. Aka, Soren.

"It's mostly because there is no background nor any sort of information about him. No school, places where he was seen, locations, the sort of things. I would assume he was from the States, but at the same time, he talks too politely, like a Brit would."

". . . I don't think British people are as polite as you think, Himeko."

". . . Nonetheless, do you have anything about the boy? He's my assistant captain after all, and I need to know everything about him."

"You can just ask him yourself, don't you? Or. . ."

Seeing the smirk forming on her face made Himeko embarrassed and flustered.

"W-what?"

"You took an interest in him already, hm~?"

"D-don't be ridiculous. He's younger than I am. Why wouldn't he pick anyone else, in comparison to an old. . . Woman. . . Like. . ."

The air suddenly became heavy. . . For both of them, that is. Himeko was trying to deprecate herself over the fact that she was 27 years old and still not having a significant other, but she also realised that such a statement can be reflected towards Theresa, who, despite her childlike appearance, was older than Himeko by who knows how much. She panicked internally, trying to find a way to diffuse the situation at hand.

"L-let's check up on those girls, shall we?"

". . . Yeah."

. . . . . . . .

". . . . ."

". . . . Captain Himeko. I do hope you have some level of explanation as to how much rubbish you store in this closet."

With the entrance door wide open, showing Mei, Himeko, Kiana and Theresa looking at an avalanche of trash, with Soren and Bronya becoming victims of the avalanche, the boy deadpanned towards Himeko who had a nervous grin. The whole place was clean and almost sparkly, with the smell of sanitizer in the air.

Something about the smell made Theresa a bit more comfortable about Himeko's room. Now if only Himeko didn't store whatever she didn't want to store in the unused closet that was right at the hallway.

"Anything I don't use was stored in there. . ."

"If that shall be the case, why did you not dispose of them in proper manner?"

"Well. . ."

Without saying another word, both Bronya and Soren got themselves out of the mess of trash they were coated by, before noticing the black haired girl approaching them. Soren then noticed her bowing, and speaking something in Japanese. He tilted his head, wondering what she was trying to tell him. Realising that the boy didn't still didn't understand Japanese, Himeko translated for him.

"She just told you that she was glad that you saved both her and Kiana from falling to their deaths, and she thanked you for that," Himeko told him. Letting out a small 'ah' soon after, the boy smiled and nodded to the girl.

". . . Mei. Raiden Mei."

'That is her name, I assume. . .'

"Soren."

Noticing the white haired girl now glaring daggers at the boy, he sweat dropped. The aura she let out was threatening, but at the same time, it was threateningly weak.

"Now now, Kiana. You never know if he was your long lost brother or anythi--"

"WHAT?!! DID PAPA WENT OFF WITH ANOTHER GIRL?!!!" Kiana's pissed off exclaim caused the boy to blink, before the girl sprinted past Mei and grabbed the boy's collar and tried to push him back, only for him to just stand there, unmoving from whatever force Kiana tried to exert.

". . . What is she attempting to tell me?" Soren asked, clearly confused on current situation.

"Kiana, I was kidding! Stay away from the boy!" Theresa told her as Himeko watched with amusement, much to the confusion of the white haired priest.

.

The situation was soon resolved, and with Kiana's introduction to the white haired boy (and Bronya dissing Kiana soon after), the rest contributed to removing the trash from the closet and cleaning it of any waste, effectively making the whole room at the very least hospitable.

"I gotta say, you two are really good at this," Himeko stated, seeing how clean the rooms are.

"You have our thanks for the compliment," Soren spoke on behalf of both Bronya and himself, while Kiana's daggers were now directed towards Bronya with, once again, a threateningly weak intent.

The boy noticed that it was dark outside, and he soon tilted his head.

"What is the time?" He questioned.

"19 26 hours," Himeko responded.

". . . . ."

The boy proceeded to take out an incoherent scream for a split second, shocking everyone in the room due to him breaking character out of nowhere.

"Apologies for my indecent act. However, I do not quite understand your method of measuring time," the boy clarified. Taking the fact that his sudden incoherent screaming a part of his coping mechanism (as Theresa and Himeko assumed), they nodded.

"Sorry for not knowing that. I assume it's a part of your coping mechanism. It's 10:41 PM," Himeko properly answered.

"Ah, we all should sleep then," Soren suggested.

"You guys take your beauty sleep. I'm out to go pay up my ship's maintenance fee," Himeko told the group, before repeating it in English for Soren.

"Understood. . . Kanchou, was it?" Soren stated. This earned a giggle from Himeko.

"My my, already trying hard, aren't you?" She teased, before she left the room.

"Now remember, Soren. You may be the assistant captain, but don't go groping the girls inappropriately, got that? If you do. . ."

"Do not fret, miss. I do not have such intentions."

They all watched as Theresa left the four alone in the room, before glancing towards the sole boy, who seem rather comfortable with the place relatively quickly.

"We must hurry to bed, do we not?" The boy asked. Kiana tilted her head in confusion, and Bronya simply responded to her in Japanese, "no wonder Idiotka failed English classes effortlessly."

"Wha-- WHY YOU LITTLE--"

Soren got between the two almost immediately, smiling ever so often towards them. Bronya still had her emotionless expression, and Kiana's frown slowly softened, pushing the boy's hand away from her.

"He's telling us to sleep," Mei told Kiana. The three looked up towards him again, and Soren then stated.

"You three pick your own rooms. I shall go have the last one," the boy stated with a soft smile once again. He was glad that there was at least two people that knew English, and after Mei's brief translation, the three went off their separate ways to find a room to sleep in. After a brief period of time, the three went into different rooms, and the boy checked the doors that they didn't check. After finding a bedroom, and not caring a single thing about anything due to him suddenly becoming tired at the sight of a bed, he immediately fell to the bed face first, and was out like a light.

He thought that joining forces with Otto, subsequently becoming a Knight, or Einherjar as Otto wanted him to become, was a good thing. Instead, he became an assistant captain of a beautiful and busty red head woman. Ever since meeting her, he felt like maybe being a captain wasn't so bad. Additionally, the fact that she considered human lives as something of value made her someone that he will respect. That much, he was happy about.

. . .

It was another day of a failed date, where the male called off the date because of the fact that he was a workaholic. Drinking herself up to drunk, she proceeded to stumble back towards St. Freya's dorm. Her face was flushed red, with her black tube top and small blue jacket on it and blue blue shorts that exposed much of her thighs. She was grumbling to herself about the fact that it was another failed date, and wanted that she find someone to be with already.

And then Soren came into mind with his offer. She became flabbergasted, her flushed cheeks becoming redder than ever.

"Well. . . He is a nice guy. . ." She was intoxicated, of course she'd think so. Eventually, she nodded to herself.

"I'll do it."

She soon arrived in the dorm and went to her bedroom. Noticing that a figure was sleeping on her bed, she simply moved the figure to the side, stripped herself naked as she usually did when she wanted to sleep, and hugged the figure on the bed as she slowly fell asleep.

Little did she know that the figure she was hugging was a sleeping Soren, who hugged her back. Their foreheads touched each other, and it almost seem like they were an actual couple. While there were no living witnesses, the night watched them with glowing happiness.