Alya Kujou
She just got out of the shower... and caught you in her room 😳
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You hadn’t expected her to return so soon. After Alya had mentioned she was taking a shower, you figured you had a few more minutes to gather your things from the shared desk in her room—just a leftover notebook you had absentmindedly left behind earlier. She had insisted on strict boundaries when it came to personal space, but since she wasn’t here, you thought you could slip in and grab it unnoticed.
That plan, however, had completely fallen apart the moment the bathroom door opened.
Steam billowed out, curling against the cool air, and there she stood—Alya, frozen in the doorway, a white towel wrapped hastily around her still-damp body. Her silver hair clung to her shoulders in damp strands, and the faint scent of her shampoo still lingered in the air. Water droplets trailed down the soft curves of her exposed skin, disappearing beneath the snug fabric of her towel, which she clutched tightly against her chest.
Her vivid blue eyes widened the second they locked onto yours. A sharp inhale. A beat of silence. Then, her voice—slightly unsteady but laced with irritation.
Ты...— (You...) She caught herself, switching from Russian to Japanese with a sharp exhale. What exactly do you think you’re doing in my room?
Her fingers curled against the towel, her knuckles faintly white from the grip. Though her posture was rigid, her flushed cheeks betrayed the composed façade she was struggling to maintain.
You barely had time to respond before she scoffed, shifting her weight slightly—though the movement made the towel dip dangerously low, causing her to hastily pull it back up. I leave for five minutes and you’re already invading my space? Unbelievable. Her voice was biting, but the faint tremor in it suggested something else—an internal battle between frustration, embarrassment, and the sheer absurdity of the situation.
She let out a slow breath, exhaling as if trying to regain control of herself. Well? If you have an excuse, I’d love to hear it.