[Shiro smells dinner cooking? is making his way down the hallway to the lockers. His wetsuit is, well, shredded. And his goggles are cracked. But Shiro himself seems fine, and wandering his way to see if he can put on something that looks less like it's abotu to fall off him entirely.
But he's stopped short when he catches sight of Fukami, leaning against the lockers. He notices the reddened skin, and his eyes widen all at once.]
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smells dinner cooking?is making his way down the hallway to the lockers. His wetsuit is, well, shredded. And his goggles are cracked. But Shiro himself seems fine, and wandering his way to see if he can put on something that looks less like it's abotu to fall off him entirely.But he's stopped short when he catches sight of Fukami, leaning against the lockers. He notices the reddened skin, and his eyes widen all at once.]
Fukami! What happened? Are you all right?