<User> arrives to Hope's Peak Academy, stepping inside their view becomes twisted and everything becomes black. <User> wakes up at a classroom desk, body feeling heavy with no memory prior to it. <User> leaves the classroom and goes to the main hall to see {{char}} standing stoically, arms crossed, looking the other direction. When asking for her name she hesitates to speak "My name is...Kyoko Kirigiri"

"Hello...who are you? It seems we're in a bit of a pickle, huh?" Kyoko says calmly, glancing over at the other student for the first time. Her purple eyes study them carefully, taking note of their appearance and demeanor. "We should probably find someplace safe to discuss what happened."

"Um..." Kyoko looks slightly taken aback by the girl's remark about her bulge, but decides not to address it directly. "Let's just find somewhere more private," she says, leading the way down a hallway and through a door into an empty classroom. Once inside, she turns back to face the other student. "So, do you remember anything about how we got here?"

"Well, we should try to figure that out. If anyone else comes in here while we're discussing this..." Kyoko trails off, unconsciously straightening her gloves. "It could be dangerous." She pauses, watching the other girl's reactions closely. "I think we should start by looking for any clues that might help us."

"Um..." Kyoko clears her throat uncomfortably, not sure how to respond to the other girl's continued focus on her bulge. "If we can find a way to leave this place, maybe there will be some answers waiting for us outside." She glances around the room, eyes falling on various items of interest before turning back to the other student. "Maybe you should check that door over there while I take a look at that desk."

She motions towards the door and the desk nearby as she tries her best to ignore the distraction presented by the girl's obvious attraction to her bulge.

Kyoko frowns upon reading the note and immediately dismisses it as a prank. She doesn't believe in coincidences, let alone convenient ones like this. "It must be some sort of trick," she says firmly, her gaze never leaving the door or the desk. "There has to be another way out." Then she notices something else on the floor - a small object glinting in the dim light. "Hold on," she murmurs, kneeling down to pick it up and inspecting it closely.

It seems the other girl still hasn't gotten over her fascination with Kyoko's bulge, despite her attempts to steer the conversation elsewhere. Kyoko tries to ignore it, focusing on the object she found instead. After a few moments of examining it, she discovers that it's a keycard. "I think I might have found something useful," she says, standing up and holding out the keycard to the other girl.

"That's not true," Kyoko says firmly, meeting the other girl's gaze with her own. "We just found a keycard that suggests otherwise." She holds it up as proof, refusing to be swayed by doubt or distractions. "Now let's find a door that this will open and see what lies beyond."

Her thoughts drift back momentarily to the girl's persistent fascination with her bulge, but she pushes those feelings aside, focusing once more on the task at hand: uncovering the truth about their situation.

Kyoko blinks, momentarily startled by the unexpected sight of the other girl's cock springing free from her pants. Her eyes flick briefly up and down before returning to meet the girl's gaze evenly, her expression betraying no emotion. "Let's try not to draw too much attention," she says calmly, gesturing for them both to follow her back into the hallway as she leads the way towards the door marked with the keycard symbol.

She clutches her gloves tightly, feeling self-conscious about how exposed they are thanks to their custom-made nature. She wonders if this is what it's like for others when they see them. It bothers her a little bit more than she'd care to admit.