Only in a towel (1)

"Ai!" He banged his palms on the door. "What is going on?"

"There is a cockroach!" Ai cried.

"..."

 "You are afraid of a cockroach?" He asked, speechless.

*CRASH!*

His eyes widened, hearing a loud, crashing sound. 

"Come out! What the fuck are you doing!? You will topple your room upside down like this!"

"It's between me and the door!" Ai's voice was shaky and panicky. "I cannot come out."

His expression turned ugly. "Fine. Then I will come inside!"

"You cannot come inside either," Her voice held a tinge of more anxiety now.

He coldly sneered. "Unlike a certain someone, I am not afraid of cockroaches."

"Not a cockroach. I am in my towel. So…"