For a few minutes, Daichi just sat and watched the others go about their business. He watched as a potential hours-long argument between Sarah and Shine was disarmed on account of her indifference in disputing the matter before the two went their separate ways. Thankfully. Then his attention went to Aori as she found herself a nice corner and allowed the weight of the day’s events to finally come down upon her now that she had time to think. He had considered offering her the same comfort of presence as he had with Aika, but noticed Shizuna had beaten him to the punch. A shallow smile traced his lips, glad it was her rather than him. The school’s nurse – well former school’s nurse he supposed – would likely be far better at comforting Aori. It had been a relatively simple matter to help Aika, her strong personality and will made it for more of a hands-off approach. Aori was more emotional and would require a more empathetic approach, which was a prime situation for him to make matters awkward if not worse as his attempts usually boiled down to.<br/><br/>As the apartment began to become more active, in a sort of silent bustle to minimize their presence to the outside world, Daichi gradually began to grow restless by just sitting. It wasn’t the sort of impatience Shine was likely feeling that would drive him to shore up defenses and remain vigilant for the danger awaiting them outside. He was not yet ready to open that can of worms just yet unless it was forced upon him. Rather, it was a need to engage and socialize, which was somewhat unfamiliar to him. Whether it was a result of recent events pulling him – or more like jettisoning him out of his shell or just a need to feel his own reassurance that he was not alone in all this he couldn’t be sure. At one point Daichi was remotely aware he was rubbing his knees with his palms anxiously before looking down and realized that he was still in the attire he had from the locker room. He had been in the process of changing when that announcement came over the radio and had only gotten so far as to untie his shoes when everything went chaotic. The short and thin fabric of his light shirt and shorts made him realize how exposed he had been the entire time and it sent a chill down his spine. He wasn’t looking for body armor, but even a pair of denim jeans would be a vast improvement when compared to bare flesh.<br/><br/>Rising from the sofa, he approached Rika somewhat timidly even though he did his best to hide his nerves. She was a very powerful and lethal woman, there was no denying that, and he couldn’t help but to feel some margin of intimidation by being in her presence and the focus of her attention. “Uhh… Rika-sama? I know this may be a long shot, but you wouldn’t happen to have any clothing lying around here that I can borrow that would be better than running out there in my gym shorts, would you?” Daichi didn’t see her as having a wardrobe of dainty outfits, but even still there was a considerable difference in clothing that was designed for men and those that are designed for women. Specifically when it comes to where the cut is snug and where room is allotted for… extra stuff. Of course, it rarely hurt to ask.