"Asuka? Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?" Sima's voice came from outside the door, laced with genuine concern.
Inside the cramped private room of the ladies' restroom, Asuka and Ryuki were pressed close together, their bodies tense as they held their breath, hearts pounding in their chests. The dim light from the bathroom's overhead fixture cast a nervous sheen across Ryuki's face, his mind racing. If he had been just a second slower sneaking in, the situation would have been catastrophic. The image of himself being caught in the women's bathroom, branded a pervert, flashed before his eyes.