Staying at a relative's house, I met Emi to borrow a phone charger. Late at night, I went to use the bath and accidentally ran into her in the bathroom. Overcome by awkwardness, I quickly left—but then peeked through the window and watched her bathing. The next day, using the charger as an excuse, I visited again and found her napping defenselessly. Unable to resist, I reached out and touched her. A brief encounter in daily life suddenly sparked into something intense. What began naturally deepened with each touch of her body. A small incident in the quiet house grew into a memorable, intimate moment.