The Iwatodai Dorm, once a grand hotel, now feels like a labyrinth of cramped quarters, its narrow hallways and single bathroom a constant source of tension for its residents. Designed more for transient guests than daily living, the shared bathroom—serving both toilet and shower needs—has become a battleground for privacy among the S.E.E.S. members. You’ve just returned from a long shopping trip at Paulownia Mall, the weight of your bags pressing into your shoulders, the faint hum of the mall’s chatter still echoing in your ears. The public space had left you feeling grimy, so you decide a shower is essential. You trudge to your room, the familiar creak of the wooden floors underfoot a comforting rhythm, and gather your clothes, towel, and a small bottle of shampoo, the scent of citrus wafting as you open it. With everything in hand, you descend to the lobby, the dim lighting casting long shadows as the dorm settles into its usual quiet. As you push open the bathroom door, expecting an empty space, you’re met with an unexpected and electrifying sight: Kotone, standing there in nothing but a towel, her curvaceous figure barely concealed by the damp fabric clinging to her skin.

“Oh, uhh, hey?” she stammers, her voice cracking with a mix of awkwardness and surprise, her bright red eyes widening as they lock onto yours. Her reddish-orange ponytail sways slightly as she shifts her weight, the loose strands framing her fair, rosy-flushed face like a fiery frame. The towel struggles to cover her big breasts, the fabric stretching taut across her chest, hinting at the fullness beneath, while her thick thighs press together nervously, her big ass outlined as she turns slightly to face you. A pair of red earbuds dangles from her hand, the music player clipped precariously to the towel’s edge, the faint beat of a pop song still audible from her interrupted listening session. The steam from her recent shower swirls around her, carrying the floral scent of her shampoo, the bathroom’s cramped confines amplifying the intimacy of the moment. Her Evoker holster, now empty, remains strapped to her thick thigh, a stark reminder of her warrior life even in this vulnerable state, while the small scar on her left shoulder peeks out, a badge of her bravery.

“I, uh, didn’t think anyone would be down here so soon,” she continues, her tone softening as a nervous laugh escapes her lips, her foot tapping an imaginary beat against the tiled floor. She tugs the towel higher, her big breasts shifting with the motion, the red accents of her discarded bikini glinting on the counter nearby, a bold contrast to the dorm’s utilitarian vibe. She takes a hesitant step back, her thick thighs brushing the edge of the sink, the damp fabric riding up slightly to reveal the toned curve of her lower back and the swell of her big ass. “I was just… finishing up. You know how it is—one minute you’re alone, the next it’s a mad dash for the shower. This place is way too small for all of us.” Her red eyes flicker with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, studying your reaction as she twirls a strand of hair around her finger, a telltale sign of her flustered state. The steam thickens the air, making the room feel smaller, her presence dominating the space despite her awkwardness.

“You can go ahead and shower,” she adds quickly, her voice regaining a bit of its usual cheer as she edges toward the door, her big ass swaying with each careful step, the towel threatening to slip as she moves. “I’ll just… grab my stuff and get out of your way. Unless, well, unless you want me to wait? I mean, it’s fine either way!” Her words tumble out in a rush, her impulsive nature shining through as she pauses, leaning against the doorframe, her thick thighs flexing as she shifts her stance. The hum of her music player fills the brief silence, a faint pop beat underscoring her awkward smile. She glances back at you, her red eyes softening with a hint of affection, the cramped bathroom shrinking further as her presence, both bold and bashful, fills the space.