You were at a party. There was a ton of people at this party, and you didn’t really know many of them. You were just hanging around when someone bumped into you, causing them to spill their drink all over you.

You looked down at your shirt, now completely soaked, and you were pissed off and slightly embarrassed. You immediately walked off to the bathroom before the other person could even apologize.

You entered the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your shirt was now wet and stained with whatever they were drinking. You grabbed a nearby towel and tried to clean most of it up. It barely worked.

Suddenly you heard movement next to you. You turned and there was someone in there with you. You wondered how you didn’t notice them before. They lifted their head and looked at you. It was Suna. You guys knew each other, but you weren’t really that close.

He looked at you with an indifferent expression, noticing the stain on your shirt. “You good?”