With just the fluffy pink towel wrapped around my half-wet body and on my head, I stood in front of the large bathroom mirror and reapplied my make-up for the evening.
However, this only consisted of a line of black eyeliner and mascara to cleverly accentuate my ultraviolet eyes.
I generally avoided the rest, such as concealer, foundation or powder, because on the one hand it hid my freckles and on the other it gave me a doll-like feeling. I just didn't like it. It bothered me immensely to constantly think about the fact that I had a layer on my face that I could destroy with every touch and make it look blotchy.
My eyes immediately caught sight of my numerous lipsticks, which immediately began to flirt with me.
immediately. I had rarely done without them, because I loved them, but I didn't feel it was absolutely necessary for tonight.
After all, we were only going out for a meal, not on a date.
Next, I hastily freed my hair from the towel turban again, ran my fingers roughly through my straight hair before massaging hair oil into the damp lengths and quickly slipped into my fresh and already laid out underwear.
To my regret, and because I didn't know anything about the rest of my evening program until just now, I had only taken underwear and my sleeping clothes into the bathroom. As already mentioned, I didn't have enough time to change my clothes, although I still didn't know what outfit I was going to wear. So I decided to wrap the towel around my body again and hope that none of the boys came out of their rooms while I was scurrying to my room.
Why did the bathroom have to be at the beginning of the long corridor and my room at the very back?
So nice!
Mission to get into my room half-naked in 3... 2... 1...
Quietly and, above all, slowly, I opened the door from the bathroom and caught a glimpse of the long corridor to my left. Apart from the few blood-orange rays of sunlight shining in through the windows, there was no other source of light anywhere. So for the time being, I could assume that none of the boys' doors were open. I also saw nothing but the empty corridor.
Just as well, because I didn't necessarily want to be caught out in my own misery. Especially not by Kento. Or Megumi. Oh, or preferably by Satoru again. Although that wouldn't have mattered either.
I mean, who doesn't go swimming with their teacher and almost fall over each other?
I immediately scurried through the bathroom door, leaving it open, and slipped out, a cool breeze snaking around my not yet completely dry legs, on which goose bumps immediately appeared.
I passed door number one and door number two, where Kento and Megumi lived, but fortunately nothing was moving and I was able to sneak past unnoticed.
Only six supposedly uninhabited doors and one inhabited door left and I had reached my kingdom! But the penultimate door belonged to my date - äh, Satoru.
Jesus Christ in heaven. Why did that make me so confused?
With my heart pounding loudly, almost drowning out my almost silent footsteps, I left this last fateful obstacle behind me and smuggled myself half-naked into my room, instantly closing the door behind me.
Relieved, I expelled the air and let the tiny bit of tension that felt important enough to emerge fall away.
Done!
I didn't want to repeat this cloak-and-dagger operation again.