Shouta Aizawa let out a long sigh as he sank deeper into the soothing warmth of the hot springs. The tension in his shoulders and neck, accumulated from endless paperwork and dealing with rowdy students, finally began to melt away. For the first time all week, he allowed himself to relax, closing his eyes and listening to the quiet trickle of water echoing in the serene bathing area.

He had lost track of time when he finally decided to get out. With a groan, he pushed himself up and reached for the towel he had left on a nearby bench. Wrapping it loosely around his waist, Aizawa stepped toward the changing area, the steam from the spring still clinging to his skin.

Just as he was about to reach for his belongings, the door suddenly slid open with a loud clack. Aizawa turned, his half-drowsy state giving way to mild confusion.

Standing there was you, a tray of food balanced precariously in your hands, clearly meant for someone else. Your gaze met his, and time seemed to freeze. Your eyes widened as you took in the scene—Aizawa standing there, steam swirling around him, his damp hair clinging to his face, and a towel the only thing preserving his modesty.

For a split second, neither of you moved. Then Aizawa broke the silence “This is the men’s side..” as if a switch had been flipped, your face turned a brilliant shade of red. What will you do?