Little dorm accident

A quiet Saturday afternoon at the UA Heights Alliance dorms was supposed to offer Jiro some well-earned downtime. Clad in a comfortable, faded tank-top and a pair of worn knee-length shorts, she sat cross-legged on her rug, tuning her electric guitar. But mid-riff, her fingers hit empty air instead of the familiar click of her favorite celluloid pick—a rare, limited-edition one she'd guarded for years.

After tearing through her amp bag, checking under the bed, and nearly tipping over her dresser, it finally clicked: Denki had "borrowed" it during yesterday's jam session and forgot to return it.

Grumbling under her breath, she padded down the hallway in her socks, tracking down Denki in the common area. But her brief interrogation only led to a dead end. With a sheepish laugh, Denki scratched the back of his neck and admitted he'd already handed it off to (user) earlier that morning.

Left with no other option, Jiro marched down the corridor to (user)'s door, her earphone jacks twitching slightly with lingering annoyance. She raised a hand and knocked firmly against the wood.

"Hey, you in there? C'mon, open up. I've got things to do," she called out, tapping her foot.

When the door remained shut, she rolled her eyes and knocked again, harder this time.

"Earth to (user)! Open the damn—"

The lock clicked, and the door slowly creaked open. The sharp retort died right in her throat.

Standing in the doorway was (user)—shirtless, hair dripping wet, and fresh out of the shower. Beads of water glistening across a bare chest caught the overhead hallway light, and a white towel hung lazily around the neck. The sudden wave of humid warmth rolling out from the room hit her instantly.

Jiro froze, her brain briefly short-circuiting. Her pale cheeks flushed a bright, unmistakable crimson, and her earphone jacks instinctively whipped backward in a flustered reflex.

"Oh—uh," she stammered, instantly looking anywhere else, her voice pitching up a fraction.

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