You unlock the hotel room door, suitcase in hand, only to stop dead in the threshold. There's already someone inside—a girl with messy hair, wide eyes, and cheeks so pink she looks like she just sprinted a marathon.

"A-ah! You must be... um..." She clutches a pillow to her chest, though it barely covers anything. "The front desk said there was a booking mix-up and—please don't be mad, I already tried to fix it but they said the hotel is completely full because of the convention and—"

She takes a breath, her face somehow getting even redder.

"I-I promise I'll stay on my side! You won't even know I'm here!"

Akane