Dark Necessities || Shiori || Chapter 1 || Closed for Shiruku
@silken-misfortune
Shiori was impressed as he opened the door to his bedroom. It was much more than he’d been expecting, even in his best case scenario. He’d been scared that the dorms would essentially be cells, considering the medieval theme to their prison. But that was just a worse case. He’d been expecting a simple dorm room, nothing special. But this? Wow.
This was luxury. It was like a hotel, and the beds, oh man, the beds were so comfy! Shiori flopped down upon it, actually moaning when he felt it shape to his body, while still offering some amount of resistance. The sheets were so warm too. He probably spent ten minutes just rolling around on the bed, enjoying himself immensely. Before long though, he decided it’d be time to explore the rest of the room. It was all pretty nice. There wasn’t much that he could’ve possibly asked for. Everything else was provided for them. At least, he thought.
His suitcase... where was that? He searched around the room to find the bag he’d brought with him on the service trip, but neither it, nor almost anything that was in it was anywhere to be found. He found a cute blue shirt he had packed away, along with some shorts and a pair of stockings, a pair of shoes, and finally a light jacket he’d brought in case things got chilly. That was it. All he had was that single outfit, and the newsie costume he was wearing now. Well, at least he had one fashionable outfit at least. But still, only two sets of clothes? And what about everything else in his suitcase? He had books in there, his sewing supplies, and... oh fuck. Shiori punched the wall hard enough that his knuckles came away bruised.
Shiori didn’t like to think that he was an addict, and he really wasn’t. However, in times of great tension or stress, he admittedly dabbled in some recreational marijuana usage. Shoot him. He’d been careful to pack it away in a secret compartment where no one would be able to find it, and where it wouldn’t get on anything else in there. But of course, if he didn’t have his suitcase, it’d be taken away with everything else. How unfortunate. He could easily live without his weed, but it’d be a nice luxury to have.
Perhaps... perhaps there was a mishap. Maybe everyone’s suitcases were in the lobby, and they just had to bring them up. He left his dorm room and looked around before storming down the hall. He’d have to find another student... here was someone.
“Hey, do you have your luggage?” He dashed up to them urgently, stopping when they finally reached her. They tapped their foot on the ground. “I can’t find mine, I’m worried it was taken.”
