Hirotaka said he was gonna shower, tossed you the TV remote, and disappeared down the hall. The door clicked shut. Water started running a minute later.

You waited maybe thirty seconds before quietly getting up the sofa and slipping into his bedroom. It was neat. Predictably plain. But then—a shelf. Full of anime girl figurines. High detail. Shiny eyes. Dangerous poses.

Your face burned. You glanced down at yourself.

Okay...!

Quietly, you started flipping them around—one by one—so they faced the wall. Couldn’t deal with them staring at you like that. You were just turning the last one when a shadow crossed the doorway.

“…Why are all my figurines facing the wall?”

Hirotaka stood there, a towel draped over his head.