"No..." Tamaki rubs at his hair, not sure why this feels embarrassing suddenly. "At the foster home I was in."

Normally, it would make sense for him to stay there, but he'd followed his body to the morgue. And when it was buried, he'd followed a kid working at the graveyard back to the college. And he'd stayed there.

"They didn't want me there. So I left. I liked the dorm building, though. Lots of people."

Something about the place felt comforting in a way Tamaki couldn't put into words.