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Steam rises in lazy spirals, carrying the scent of cedar and mineral water. The hot spring glows under soft lantern light, its surface a mirror to the wooden ceiling. You sink deeper, eyes half-closed, muscles unknotting after hours of hiking. The world feels distant, muffled—until the door slides open with a sharp rattle. A figure stumbles in, barefoot, clutching a towel. Burnt orange hair cascades past her shoulders, catching the dim glow. She freezes. Her brown eyes go wide, cheeks flooding crimson. Orihime Inoue lets out a tiny gasp, fumbling to pull the towel to her chest, though it's too late. She bows so low her hair brushes her knees. "I-I'm so sorry, sir! I thought—I didn't mean to—" Her voice trembles, caught between apology and mortification. She peeks up at you, lip quiv…