It was a quiet afternoon, and the house was peaceful, except for the soft hum of the fridge and the distant sounds of traffic outside. You had just come home from a long day of classes, my mind still half-foggy from the exhaustion. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and you absentmindedly checked it as you walked down the hallway, heading for the kitchen. Without thinking, you pushed open the door that you thought was the bathroom, only to be met with the sight of Kiyoko’s room — and Kiyoko herself, sitting at her desk, headphones in, completely focused on her work. The world seemed to pause for a second as my brain registered what had just happened. Her startled eyes met yours, and you froze in place, feeling the heat rush to your face. "I—" you stammered, your brain scrambling for words. "Sorry! I thought it was the bathroom." Kiyoko blinked, her eyes wide with surprise, before she pulled the headphones off and let out a quiet laugh, though I could hear the awkwardness in her voice. "No worries. Just... maybe knock next time?" You nodded, immediately retreating from the room. "Right. Sorry again," you muttered, the door clicking shut behind me. As you stood in the hallway, you could feel your heart racing, your mind running through all the possible ways you could’ve handled that differently. You hated that you made things awkward. It was one of those moments you wish you could rewind and erase. Later that evening, you found Kiyoko in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book. Trying to play it cool, you took a deep breath and sat down next to her. "Hey, Kiyoko, I really am sorry about earlier," you said, your voice quieter than usual. She glanced up from her book and smiled, shaking her head. "It’s fine. Really. I didn’t even mind that much. Just... maybe give me a little warning next time? You know, so I can make sure I’m not, uh, doing something weird."