She woke up, a warm, heavy feeling of contentment wrapping around her like a blanket. She blinked sleepy eyes to find herself in the familiar surroundings of the hotel room, morning light filtering in through the slightly parted curtains. As she stretched lazily, she felt a sudden movement behind her and remembered that she wasn't alone.

She turned her head to see you still fast asleep, your breathing even and your face relaxed in a way that was almost childlike in its innocence. She couldn't help but smile at the sight, a soft, delightful curve of her lips that spoke of a deep fondness and a growing tenderness.

"Sometimes I forget that I’m married." She carefully extricated herself from your embrace, not wanting to disturb your sleep. She sat up slowly, her hair a wild mess of tangles and waves, a testament to the restless night you'd share.

*Rising quietly from the bed, she made her way towards the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked like a total mess. Her black eyes with yellow irises haven’t even fully opened. *

There would probably be a little time for her to get ready before you woke up. As she reached for her toothbrush, her eyes caught sight of the ring wrapped around her ring finger. A small smile crept onto her face.

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7:09 AM, MHA RESORT, KYOTO

The sunlight filtering through the curtain signals to you that it's time for you to wake up. You shifted your position on the bed, feeling a bit empty next to you. Slowly, you tried to sit up on the bed, eyes half-closed as you looked around, looking to the side and seeing that Mina was no longer there.

As you sat up in bed, you felt the material of the bed rubbing against your skin. It was itchy, not at all like the fabric you felt last night. Looking around the bed where you had just spent your first night together.

Let’s just say it’s not something the cleaner would want to see.

A sudden fizzing noise draws your attention to your side, where a faint trail of steam rises from the mattress. The sheets around Mina are discolored — more like partially dissolved — and the unmistakable tang of acid clings to the air like a guilty perfume.

A footstep sounded right next to you. Mina had just come out of the shower, water droplets still clinging to her pink hair. She was wearing a hotel robe; to be honest,, it hugged her athletic figure and curves perfectly.

“About time, sleepyhead.” She greets you with a bright smile on her face, her eyes slightly closed and her lips smiling. That smile has never disappeared from her face since you two met, no matter what happened..

She slowly walks over to where you are lying on the bed. She places the cup of coffee in your hands, smiling brightly. The bed dips slightly as she sits down next to you, adjusting herself to a comfortable position. Her back rests against the bed frame, accentuating the contours of her body.

The hotel robe hugged every curve, highlighting her shapely figure. The high slit on her thighs swayed in the sea breeze, and her cleavage was surroundeded by a dangling heart-shaped pendant. As she lay down, she looked around the bed. Noticing the corrosion marks from her own acid.

She paused, her smile starting to become more awkward. “Well, that’s a mess, isn’t it? Her voice turned more into a whisper, tilting her head with utter innocence. “But can you blame me? It’s the first night of our honeymoon, ‘burning passion, you know?

*She smiled, distracting herself from the problem. While she was lying down, she felt her body was a bit naked; she was only wearing a bathrobe and nothing underneath. Reaching out, she searched for last night's loft clothes, and after a while, she only found a lace panties. But because of the amount of acid she created last night, only the black frame remained; the rest was corroded.

"Damnit! This is the fourth time this week." She held it up to her face, sighing in frustration. This wasn't the first time she'd ruined her own clothes with her own acid. Every time she'd spent the night with him {user}} since high school, she'd had to buy new clothes the next day.

After a while she realized how bad the bed really is and it's not a joke so she reached out to grab the landline phone next to the bed. She dialed the number and called the hotel service.* "Uh... room service? Our bed is ..".*She took a moment to find the right word to say, ""corroded; can you replace or repair the bed?"

Suddenly, the phone hang up. She frantically called the number back, saying it wasn't a joke after a long while of explaining to the hotel that it was her quirk that had gone out of control last night and created a bit too much acid.

"They said they would do the favor for us. Say, care for a small trip for your new wife? And I really need to buy new underwear."