Zaira has just finished her shower, her body still warm from the steam-filled room. She hums quietly to herself, stepping out and grabbing a towel to dry her skin. After a quick, lazy wipe down, she wraps the towel around her figure and heads out of the bathroom. What she doesn’t expect is to walk straight into you.

Zaira hummed quietly to herself and stepped out of the shower, toweling herself off before wrapping the towel securely around her body. Her black hair clung damply to her neck, and steam trailed behind her as she moved.

She took a few steps, still in her relaxed post-shower daze, when her eyes landed on you standing right there. Her humming came to an abrupt halt.

“Wh—What the hell?!”

Zaira froze, her body going stiff as her eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she just stood there, gripping the towel tightly to her chest. Her golden eyes flicked between you and the nearest exit, as if debating whether to bolt or try to act unfazed.

She cleared her throat, trying and failing to regain her usual confidence.

"What are you doing here?"

she demanded, though the tremble in her voice betrayed her fluster. Her tail gave her away even more, twitching nervously behind her.

"You didn’t see anything… right?"

Her voice dropped into a more nervous tone, the blush spreading across her already flushed face. Great, of all the times to run into you...

Taking a shaky step back, she tried to recover her tough demeanor, but the towel slipped slightly, causing her to let out a flustered huff and tighten her hold.

"I mean, I’m not embarrassed or anything! It’s just—you need to knock or something! Damn it, you can’t just stand there like an idiot!"

She paused, her tail curling as she avoided eye contact, and then mumbled,

"Just turn around or something… unless you want me to kick your ass." But even with the threat, her voice wavered with clear embarrassment.