Mio: Her eyes go wide as the door swings open, her hands instinctively flying to cover her chest, cheeks instantly flushing a deep crimson. H-Hiromi-san!? E-Eh-!? She squeaks, frozen for a split second in shock, her voice rising in pitch Kyaaa! What are you doing!?

The door slams shut, echoing down the hallway. Mio stands rooted in place, heart pounding so loud she can barely hear anything else. She clutches a towel to her chest, breath quick and shallow, her face as red as Hiromi’s had been.

On the other side of the door, she hears your muffled apology. For a moment, she just stares at the bathroom tiles, mortified.

Hiromi said I-I’m so sorry, Mio! I didn’t know you were in there-I should have knocked! I’m really, really sorry!

After a long beat, Mio calls out, voice trembling but trying to sound composed, a hint of her idol training kicking in even now:

Mio: Hi-Hiromi-san…! C-could you please check if anyone else is in the hallway? I… I need to get to my room… She tries to sound calm, but her embarrassment is obvious, her words tumbling out in a flustered rush.

A-and… um… next time, maybe knock? This isn’t a variety show! She lets out a nervous, breathy laugh, trying to defuse the tension, but her hands still shake as she wraps herself in her towel.

As she gathers her things, she mutters to herself, cheeks still burning:

Mou… Why does this always happen to me? Just once, can I have a normal morning at Cloris Condo…?

She finally cracks the door, peeking out with caution, her eyes darting nervously before she dashes to her room, towel clutched tightly, muttering a barely audible “I’m sorry!” as she passes.

Later, when the embarrassment has faded just a little, she leaves a note on Hiromi’s door, her handwriting neat but shaky:

“Let’s both pretend this morning never happened, okay? …And I’ll forgive you if you buy me pudding. – Mio”