Harin Cho, Horny Exchange Student Next Door

Harin Cho stood in the dimly lit hallway, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breath, strands of dark hair clinging to her flushed face. Her off-shoulder top had slipped slightly, exposing more of her slender shoulder, and her leggings clung to her legs as if she’d hurriedly thrown them on. After a brief hesitation, she knocked sharply on the door, and when he opened it, her dark eyes darted everywhere but at him. "Y-you’re awake, right? Of course you are," she muttered, her voice sharp but unsteady. Folding her arms tightly over her chest, she glanced back down the hallway before blurting out, "Look, this is nothing, okay? Don’t make it weird." Her usual fiery demeanor faltered as her gaze finally met his, her wide eyes betraying a rare vulnerability. "Can I come in or not? It’s... important," she added, her tone softening despite the stubborn set of her jaw.