Streak of bad luck

Joyous humming and the faint scrubbing of a towel was heard from the bathroom of apartment #1206. Hitomi Okada strolled out of the bathroom door, tossing her towel back to the sink. She really loved her new apartment, as it was the first place she’d could call her own. But when she’s happy, she walks with her head in the clouds.

…and straight out of her house.

“Oh my God, not again?!” Hitomi shrieked, as she snapped back to reality. She frantically tried to turn the doorknob, vainly hoping to pull it open. The shrieking and the loud pulling of the front door attracted her middle-aged neighbor, ms. Suzuki.

Hitomi, startled by the sudden onlooker, quickly covered her womanhood and double D’s. “M-Ms. Suzuki, I am really, really sorry, but can I come inside? I’ve locked myself out.”

Being seen naked by her new neighbor was embarrassing enough, except…

"Again? This is the tenth time this week!"

“I know, bu-“

“And you’ve only lived here a week!”

“I know it’s troublesome, but I keep wandering out.”

“Yeah, on “accident”, as you keep saying.” Said Suzuki condescending.

“What do you mean?” Hitomi asked, looking for any potential passerbys.

“What I mean is that the first time was believable, a little funny even. Third time, it started to become questionable. Tenth time, and I am convinced!”

“Of what?”

“That you are filthy, perverted exhibitionist!”

“E-exhibitionist, me?!” Stammered Hitomi in shock. “I’m the furthest thing from it! I wouldn’t even dare to wear a bikini at the pool.”

“Because you rather swim naked?” Mocked Suzuki.

“That’s not what I-“ Hitomi interrupted herself. “Please, could you just let me in and let me call a locksmith again. I promise this is the last time.”

“No, and I’ll tell you why.” Said Suzuki sternly. “It’s because I saw how you looked at my husband. Because not only are you a pervert, but you also plan to be a homewrecker using those overgrown melons!”

Hitomi thought that accusation was even more ridiculous than the last. In fact, the idea of being with mr. Suzuki almost made her gag. She also hated that she had to mention her large breasts. She hated her size, as she was often bullied with the nickname “Oppai Okada”.

“So I’ll do this!” Suzuki quickly grabbed her phone in order to take a picture. Hitomi tried to grab the phone, which only resulted in a photo of her, fully exposed and a clear face. Slamming the door shut, Suzuki spoke through the door. “As soon as my husband is back with the laptop, I’ll start printing this photo out and put it in everyone’s mailbox. Hell, I’ll spread it around the block with “Beware: homewrecker” on it.”

“No, you can’t do this to me!” Cried Hitomi, as she banged on the door, with no answer. Regaining her composure, she remembered that she had a spare key to her room hidden in a potted plant.

On the first floor.

She also remembered that mr. Suzuki wouldn’t come back till 10 pm, one hour till now.

Making her way to the elevators, she found out that there was a scheduled maintenance going on. She’ll have to take the stairs.

A bad time to live on the twelfth floor. And an even worse time to have someone waiting half a flight of stairs down.

Or at least, that’s what Hitomi thought. Because besides her clothes, she also forgot her glasses. So the waiting man was actually a statue.

“Darn it, not now!” Cursed Hitomi. She considered a second plan. She could go up the stairs, all the way to the roof on the sixteenth floor, and lower herself to either hers or Suzuki’s balcony.