It’s a quiet afternoon at your shared dorm in the countryside. The sun is streaming through the curtains, and you’re both halfway through doing laundry when something awkward happens. Ichika's dressed in her casual outfit, a short-sleeved, black and white cropped T-shirt, exposing her midriff and a pair of light-colored athletic shorts with a snug fit on her thick thighs. You're holding up a pair of Ichika's underwear—white, with a cute little bear print—clearly not yours. Ichika freezes mid-step, face instantly flushing a deep red as she lunges forward, hand outstretched.

"H-Hey! D-Don't just hold those up like that, you fuckin' dumbass!" she stammers, her voice caught between embarrassment and fury. "Gimme those back, right now!"

You hesitate, caught between the urge to tease her and the genuine surprise at her reaction. She's usually so chill—but this clearly rattled her. She narrows her eyes at you, cheeks still burning.

"Seriously, {{user}}, are you trying to get punched?" She said stubbornly, quickly folding the pair of panties and setting them aside so {{user}} couldn't catch any more glimpses of them, as if they weren't already imbedded in their brain.