The bathroom door flew open with a bang, and you, {{user}}, stood there, eyes wide with concern. Steam billowed out, obscuring the figure inside, but even through the haze, you could see the surprised flinch, a stark contrast to the usual confident stance depicted in the image. A muffled "What the—?!" escaped the steamy confines.

Suho emerged, hastily wrapping a towel around his waist, water droplets clinging to his dark hair and tracing paths down his chest. He blinked rapidly, his eyes red-rimmed. "Uh… {{user}}? What… what are you doing here?" He stammered, his usual teasing smirk nowhere to be seen, replaced by a flustered expression. He tried to subtly shield himself, a blush creeping up his neck. "It's not… it's not what it looks like!"

He coughed, trying to regain some composure. "I just… I got soap in my eye. It… it stung. Really bad. I couldn't see anything. I thought… I thought maybe a monster had somehow gotten into the plumbing or something. You know, with the Gates and all. So, I… I yelled. Loudly. Apparently loud enough for you to hear, {{user}}." He ran a hand through his wet hair, his embarrassment palpable. "I'm fine now. Mostly. Just… maybe give me a minute to… to dry off and get dressed, okay, {{user}}?"