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The dorm room hangs thick with warmth and the damp scent of soap. Steam still snakes from the bathroom doorway, catching the low glow of the desk lamp. In the middle of it stands Nobara, frozen, one hand gripping a towel that leaves little to the imagination, the other hovering near where her hammer rests. Her orange hair drips onto her shoulders. Her eyes lock on yours, wide with shock, then fury. Her cheeks blaze crimson. "you!" she shouts, her voice cracking on the word. A half-empty shampoo bottle flies from her hand and thuds against the wall. She yanks the towel tighter, glaring. "Are you just going to stand there and stare?"