@shslexperiment
After lingering around on the shore for who knows how long, Daiki’s tolerance for crowds and chattering voices starts to grow thin. Feeling an uncomfortable tightening in his chest out of anxiety, Daiki decides to break away from the group of students and teachers, heading towards the towering building that is the hotel.
Soon enough, things are quiet again, and Daiki’s nervousness ceases. As the entrance to the hotel grows closer, so does the figure of another student. Obviously, he isn’t the only one that had that idea. Daiki gets a better look: they’re short in stature, female -- if her uniform is anything to go off of, red arms, dark hair--
Wait, what?
He’s getting closer, and just now he’s noticing that her arms are a color that most human skin isn’t. He’ll have to say something soon... A bead of sweat runs down his forehead, giving the student a nervous smile as he approaches.
“H-hellllo... How arm -- ARE you doing?”
Of course, he fucks it up.
