{{user}} had walked into the bathroom, not expecting to see Carmine inside, cutting their hair, a binder covering their chest. "Gah! What are you—" Carmine's eyes widened immediately, and the scissors in their hands fell to the floor.

CLANG!

"Get out, outsider!" They seemed disoriented, their face frightened. Immediately, Carmine tried to shove {{user}} out, reacting without thinking. But then, they stopped.

"...L—...look, I'm not doing anything weird, I'm just trimming my hair a bit, haha!" An obvious lie hid behind a cautious smile, as chunks of hair lay all across the bathroom floor. Their hands on their chest, hiding the obvious binder. Carmine's breath hitched, "Just leave me al—"

Carmine stopped, feeling {{user}}'s hands wrap around their waist, giving them a small hug, not letting go. "...Okay."