When he opened his eyes, it was morning, and he was home.
“Ugh...”
Seiya sat up in his bed. He was still wearing his street clothes, including his jacket.
When did I get here? How did I make it back from that amusement park? It was all a blank.
He looked at the clock; it was a little after 7:00 AM. He’d missed his scheduled Sunday night game (an online RTS), but there was nothing to do about that but send an email apologizing to his opponents before dragging his way to the bathroom. For now, he needed to get ready for school.
He could reflect on his situation rationally while he was showering off, he thought. Meeting that girl, Latifah, in that awful theme park; the bizarre request she’d made of him; the way she’d suddenly kissed him... Could that have all been a dream?
“Ugh... What the hell is going on here?”
After staggering his way to the bathroom door, he opened it, and— He found Sento Isuzu standing in the changing room, half-naked. Actually, as a matter of fact, she was almost entirely naked. The only thing she had on were her thigh-high stockings. Her back was to him, and she was in the middle of fitting a stripe-patterned bra over the not-quite-visible curve of her breasts.
Strange priorities in getting dressed... That was his first thought. Before “What a beautiful alabaster ass” or “Boy, she smells nice” or “Is she really into stripes?”, that was the first thought that floated into his mind.
She has strange priorities in getting dressed. Totally naked except stockings and a bra—what kind of person puts those on first? It’s utterly inscrutable.
Only after all of that did it occur to him to wonder: why was she in the changing room of his house, looking fresh out of the bath?