Project: Socialize (Chapters 1-197)

144. Flustered

I returned to my room and went over to the storage in order to find a clean and unused towel that Luna could use to dry herself. Since I knew where we kept the towels, it wasn't long before I walked out of the storage room with a white bath towel in hand. However, just as I was about to walk past my room and to the washroom, I paused as I realized that she might not have any clothing to change into, that is unless she chooses to just simply dress in the clothes she wore here.

With my heart rapidly pounding in my chest, I turned the door handle to the washroom and entered. Upon entering, I could still hear the sound of her rinsing her body using the shower as the bathtub filled past the frosted sliding glass door that led into the showering and bathing area that was separated from the washroom area.

Even though I tried my best to look away, my eyes still found their way to someplace of her presence as it lingered about on the laundry basket that was set on the ground before the sliding door. The clothes that she had stripped out of were neatly folded and placed in the basket with the order being whichever she had stripped out of first. Based on her coat that was at the very bottom, I concluded that she must've started removing what she wore on her upper body first before she went down to remove her skirt. However, she must've removed her underwear last for her lingerie were what was at the very top of the neatly folded pile. I'm not particularly interested or anything, but I saw that her white laced lingerie was not the one that I had bought for her.

What're you so curious about? I asked myself in my mind as I forced myself to look away.

"Luna," I called out to her. "I'll leave the towel on the rack," I said, hanging the towel on the metal bar of the single towel rack that was supposed to be for towels one used to wash their face.

"Thank you," Luna answered.

"Do you have clothes you have to change into?" I asked nervously. Even though it might've been better if I didn't ask, but I believe it must be done since her needs were the top priority.

"Hmm..." She started thinking. "Can you loan me one of your shirts?"

"M-mine?"

"Who's else then?" I heard a soft playful chuckle accompany that almost sarcastic tone of hers.

"Fine."

I sighed and walked out through the washroom door and made a left turn for my bedroom. I left the doors of both my bedroom and the washroom open for convenience and proceeded directly for my closet. Once there, I started looking through my folded T-shirts that were stored in the drawers at the very bottom of the closet. However, after a brief search, I realized that these probably won't do much in terms of covering up her body as all of my T-shirts weren't very loose and would most definitely lead to something pointing out in the chest region if she were to wear them. With a sigh, I looked through my button-up shirts for one that was big enough for her. Finally, I settled on a white button up shirt for her. I held it up in my hands, taking in the size of it and seeing if it will work. I guess these shirts are all made to be somewhat loose and long if it's not tucked in...

With a shirt picked out for her to change into, I returned to the washroom with the shirt in hand. Even though I had entered the washroom, I was still reluctant to move any closer to the frosted glass door and opted to stand by the sink. In my mind, I imagined an invisible boundary line marking the area that was off limits for me to step foot in and I followed that guideline.

"I found you a shirt," I said. "I don't think any of my pants will fit you..."

"It's fine," her voice responded.

There was no longer the sound of water splashing in a chaotic manner against the tiled floor and instead, there was silence. Therefore, she must be in the bath at the moment.