It had to be divine intervention of some sort, he mused.

Upon arriving back at the hotel your class was staying at after a long day of sight-seeing, Ryoji had gone to your private room to see if you were around. He and Junpei wanted to play ping-pong and needed more players— at least, that was the excuse he was going to tell you. Honestly, he just wanted to spend more time with you.

He’d come into the room just as you were changing into your yukata. He’d walked across the floor, his foot caught on a futon someone had left out, one thing lead to another….

“This… could be bad.”

He reached out, tugging on the wooden door of the linen closet you both had fallen in to. It was supposed to slide open easily. Something was stuck.