You would think living with women that are downright gorgeous is every man's dream.
Ah... to be so foolish and naive again.
It's not.
It's hell.
Okay maybe should explain exactly what in god's name I am talking about.
My name is Jaune Arc.
And I am the 'renter-outer' of a small apartment complex that houses several women. Steady income and just to make sure I can save I have a second job that ensures the income flow will continue if they ever all get kicked out.
I am an exotic dancer!
...
Seriously, you believed that?
No?
Ah well.
In all honesty, I am a hotel front desk worker. Yeah, no fireworks and flashes that signify my awesomeness.
Mainly because I lack awesomeness.
I was living a normal life when an old acquaintance from my high-school - some guy named Miles - asked me to visit him. Seeing no reason why not and deciding that maybe meeting an old friend would be a nice change of pace in my rather ordinary life, I agreed.
Oh how I wish I hadn't.
I was wearing a nice white long-sleeved dress shirt and black jeans, I walked over to the apartment complex and rang the bell.
I carefully dusted my shirt, hoping I wasn't overdressed for the occasion, the Miles I new never really seemed all that for the whole 'Dress Nice' thing.
There was a few seconds of silence when there was the sound of rapid footsteps and the door was yanked open by an irate white-haired girl. A bit on the short side but she looked like a snow fairy from a children's book minus the wings and single piece of cloth that was the cliche choice of clothing for them.
And she was very beautiful.
"Who are you?" She asked, looking frazzled and mad.
I blinked and recoiled from her, stumbling away, "Um... I'm Jaune? A friend of Miles?"
She seemed to calm and looked at me up an down, "Miles Luna invited you here?"
I swallowed and straightened, "Yes? He lives here, right?"
"Unfortunately..." She muttered, "Come in."
I nodded dumbly and walked in, wondering if maybe I was at the wrong place. I took a few steps inside and was greeted happily by my old acquaintance. The white-haired girl scoffed at him before walking down the hall and up the stairs.
"Jaune," He greeted enthusiastically, "You made it!"
"Hey." I replied, "Well I figured why not, you know?"
Miles slung an arm around my shoulders and began to lead me up the stairs.