No, no she does not.

As warnings went, mine was a case of far too little, far too late. Before I was even halfway through my panicked cry, a young woman dressed in a stereotypical anime school uniform stepped into view, poking her head around the side of the open bathroom door. I froze like a deer in the headlights, a small gasp escaping the young woman's lips as she witnessed me in all my wet, naked glory.

Startlingly green eyes met mine as the auburn-haired beauty stared at me, her cheeks steadily pinking as her eyes flickered down to Casper Jr. Her mouth opened and closed, but she was ultimately stunned into silence, the beet red girl letting out no sound. Equally lost for words, I could only stare back in mute horror.

‘Who the hell is this, and why is she in my room!?!’

As if responding to my thought, the system provided an answer to my question. Glancing quickly at the information in the new box, my brows furrowed in confusion. Frankly, the info provided created more questions than it answered.

Analyse successful!

“Errrrrrr, hi?” I said, my voice strained with mortified uncertainty. My first attempt to reach her entirely failed to garner a reaction from the strange woman staring at my dangly bits. Feeling more than a little ****, I moved my hands to cover said dangly bits. “Do you mind?” I Asked accusingly, face burning.

Sophie jumped, letting out a startled (and rather adorable) squeak as her eyes shot up to meet mine. Her rosy cheeks now practically radiant, she span on her heels, promptly scurrying out of the room and slamming the door behind her in her haste.

‘Well… fuck.’

Turning off the flow of water, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, my face cheeks hot with embarrassment, my mind picking away at the latest in a long list of surprises. ‘Last I checked, pretty sure both my flatmates were dudes… But nope. I’ve had a hot new anime flatmate for all of a few minutes and she’s already seen me naked. Juuust peachy.’

Adding that particular clusterfuck to the rapidly growing pile of weirdness that was this morning, I threw on a pair of boxers, then rummaged in my wardrobe. Fishing out a black blazer with the university logo stitched on the breast, a clean button-up shirt, and a smart pair of black trousers, I studied the garments with distaste.

‘I’m at bloody University and I can’t wear my own clothes anymore!?! This sucks!’

My opinion on the matter did a rapid 180 as my scrutiny of the clothing was rewarded with another little blue window.

Identify Successful!

My grin now stretching from ear to ear, I changed into the outfit, rounding it out with the smartly shining shoes placed neatly next to the door. Magic! I could learn magic! The thought had me practically vibrating in excitement by the time my shoes were on and tied, but a glance at the door quickly put a damper on my mood. It was easy to tell that going out there was gunna be awkward…

Luckily, I was quickly distracted from my woes. I’d completed my quest!