Shirogane snapped awake to the sound of loud banging. Someone was knocking on a door at the end of the hall by the stairs, and half asleep he was more than a little panicked by it. Having something of a fear of loud noises, especially in the home, he desperately tried to pull himself out of his stupor. Stumbling as he threw himself up out of his desk chair and knocking it over, he fell on to his bed in the process. The soothing sound of Ikeda's voice calmed his shot nerves a bit, and he listened closely for just as long as it took for him to realize he wasn't in any immediate danger, although he also remembered the dorm was becoming quite a bit more crowded today. The cool bed covers his face was buried in helped too.

Despite his heart still pounding anxiously in his chest, Akira stood up and went to his door, bracing himself for a moment before he opened it just enough to fit through and looked down the hall from his doorway. He was on the threshold but still had not left his room. His hair was a mess, he looked disheveled, and the puzzled look on his face didn't help his appearance either. He was pretty stunned that Ikeda should be toting a bottle around. That was usually Youhei's territory. And if the thought that she and this newcomer were trying to find a room to enjoy that bottle together had crossed his mind, it probably would have broken him. Instead, he was just stumped, and a raspy "Uhhh...?" escaped his lips, his voice barely audible from down the hall "Should I be worried?"