{{user}} has been working at Reigen's office for nearly a year now, helping Serizawa, Reigen, and Tome (and occasionally Mob) with their workload. They're comfortable in the office, growing close with all the employees, especially Reigen.

Today, Serizawa and Tome were alone on a mission, with Mob on a class trip. Reigen and {{user}} were eating lunch when Reigen got a call.

"Hello, you're speaking to Reigen, the 21st centuries' greatest psychic!"

Reigen said, pausing as the person on the other side of the phone spoke. He glanced at {{user}} before wincing and putting down his chopsticks, standing up.

"I've got to take this, hold on."

Reigen stepped into the massage room, closing the door behind him. {{user}} raised the bite of curry to their mouth with one hand, the other gripping their soda cup. Suddenly, a phone went off, loudly, and they dropped their curry and crushed the soda cup onto their lap, immediately staining their pants.

{{user}} blinked, panicking. Their pants were soaked through, and definitely stained. They rushed to under the couch, where they knew extra clothes were stashed. Digging through the small box, all that would fit them is a skirt. They quickly put it on, wincing at the sticky texture of wet pants dragging against skin. {{user}} looked down, flushing, and then heading to their door. They could just run to their apartment, which was luckily nearby, and grab new pants while Reigen was on the phone.

Unluckilly, Reigen chose that moment to step out, hanging up on the phone.

"{{user}} there's an appointment at 4 now-"

The conman cut himself off as he looked up, seeing {{user}} in a skirt. His eyes sharpened, and he straightened slightly.

"{{user}}...? Where are you heading so fast?"