Trash Squad Day 1 - GAME START

[chinhotta]

[ Maybe you were going about your business and blacked out, maybe you were dead. Either way, when you come to, you are in what looks like the entrance hall to a school, except for the very well secured front door. Before you can really get your bearings, a voice rings out on an the intercom. ]

Welcome, kiddos! —How does that sound? 'Kiddos'? Too daddy kink? Eh, let's go with it for now. Anyway, welcome to a once-in-a-lifetime chance at romance and passion, with fabulous prizes! Find love beyond the boundaries of time and space! Original concept, do not steal.

Pick up your tablets and get settled in! A little later today, we'll have our first heart-pounding get-to-know-you event!

—Oh, also, no violence allowed! I know some of you kids are into the murder thing, but that's not the kind of game we're running here.

[ In fact, there are several boxes of electronic tablets around the room. When you pick one up, it displays the gameplay and rules.]

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[justpure]

[... Kiyo's been staring at the pink cloth for a solid ten minutes.]

... Sir? What is that on your head?

[futurebullets]

Hm...? [Hinata tilts his head, a little perplexed.] Are you talking about my hair?

[The last bit is admitted with a little pink on his face. It's a little embarrassing to have attention called to it.]

[justpure]

No, not necessarily. I'm referring to what's hanging off your hair.

[Are you that oblivious?]

[futurebullets]

[Yes, apparently.]

Hanging... off of my hair...?

[That has to mean his ahoge, so Hinata just. Feels around it carefully - and nearly jerks back in surprise when his fingertips make contact with something cotton-like instead of hair. Frowning, he pulls on it - wincing when it catches on a few strands - and...

Finally, he sees it. And reacts the only way that he really can.]

Uwah!! Why... [His whole face is burning, he can feel it.] Why is something like this here?!

[justpure]

[Oh, brother. Did you seriously not notice until now?!]

That's a good question. Were you rummaging through some poor girl's room before you woke up here?

[futurebullets]

That isn't- no.

[He's affronted by the very idea of going into Nanami's room and taking her underwear, but he knows that he shouldn't yell at a stranger who is asking very reasonable questions.

So Hinata sighs, rubs the back of his neck, and reluctantly offers an explanation.]

I didn't steal these or anything. They... [deeper breath] Their owner gave them to me. As a gift.

[Please don't dig deeper than that, please don't dig deeper than that...]

[justpure]

[Sorry, Hinata. You're still getting the judgmental glare.]

A gift? What sort of depraved gift is that?!

[futurebullets]

Hey, she's not depraved!

[It'll get Shinguuji a glare, but he reigns it in quick enough. Forcibly reminds himself that this is probably a normal reaction from someone who doesn't know any better.]

I... I really don't know why she gave them to me. But knowing her, she... probably just didn't know any better.

[Nanami is bad with this sort of stuff, after all...]

[justpure]

. . .

[If she didn't know better, that counts as an excuse. Those panties look like they could fit someone his age but...]

And you're sure you didn't ask her to give them to you?

[futurebullets]

Of course I wouldn't!

[He huffs it out. His hand grabs for the back of his neck as Hinata looks off to the side.]

That would be wrong, and she's my friend besides. It's weird enough to receive it, but... Asking for them is terrible. I wouldn't do that to her.

[justpure]

. . .

[Well, he has no proof he did so.]

If you insist...

[futurebullets]

I do.

[Hinata keeps his gaze narrow until finally, he breathes out a sigh.]

I guess I should thank you at least for calling attention to them. What's your name?

[justpure]

[. . .]

Korekiyo Shinguji. And you are..?