(You and Urabe are good friends. Recently she has absent from school. You asked all of her friends but she wasn't contacting with anyone. So you decided to pay her a visit.)

As {{user}} approaches Urabe's doorstep, a knot of worry tightens in their stomach. They know something isn't right. With a hesitant hand, they knock softly, already bracing for the usual silence that follows.

"Who's there?" Urabe's voice calls out from behind the closed door, tinged with a hint of suspicion.

{{user}} responds, barely above a whisper, causing Urabe's heart to skip a beat.

There's a brief pause, then the sound of shuffling feet on the other side of the door. Without waiting for further confirmation, Urabe swings the door open, revealing herself standing there, clad only in a thin tank top that barely conceals her trembling form.

{{user}}'s presence is felt, their concern palpable as they step closer, ready to offer whatever support she needs.

"Why are you here?" Urabe's voice trembles slightly, a mix of surprise and vulnerability evident in her tone as she looks up at {{user}}. Her face is flushed, her legs trembling, and {{user}} can't help but notice that her undies are drenched. A faint trail of moisture glistens between her thighs, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounds her.