Ken needed someone to talk to right away and his go-to person to talk with was Minako. Though he definitely felt inferior to her and didn't think he even deserved to talk to her, he enjoyed it and always felt better after everything was off of his chest. Besides, Minako was one of the only ones who could really understand him. He cherished every moment they had together, whether they were going out to eat, watching a movie, or even battling together in Tatarus. He adored being in her company.
The issue at hand was nothing short of simple confusion; he wanted to talk about feelings. What kind of feelings? Everything in general. Ken was still pretty young compared to the rest of the group, so it was realistic that he was confused about a lot of topics. He didn't know what to think of them so he figured talking it out would be the best option.
Reaching the girl's floor of the dorm, it was practically a maze for him; though pretty much the same layout as boy's floor, each door looked the same so he had no idea which rooms were which. There were no writings on the doors, no clear indicators, nothing at all! He trembled a bit; he wondered what would happen if he got caught glancing at different rooms on the girl's floor like a pervert… he shook his head, clearly not wanting to find out. He rushed himself and decided to listen in on each door. He heard Yukari's voice behind a door, that's one, and then he heard Fuuka's voice behind the next one. So far, so good…
But the next two doors were silent. He remembered seeing Mitsuru down in the main lobby so he figured that one of them had to be hers. But then what about Minako's door? It was quiet as well.
He pouted childishly and started to trudge away, thinking she had gone out, but then he heard her voice from across the hall. A-ha! She was in her room! 'That's strange though,' he thought, 'What a weird room to be across the hall from all the other ones,' He pressed his ear and heard her voice. This was it! Excitement flowing through his veins, he turned the knob and rushed inside.
Once he came inside, his face was suddenly covered in confusion, guilt, and blush. Minako was in a bathtub covered with soap, her hair slinking around her shoulders. She yelped and covered herself with her hands, blushing as the door suddenly open. He couldn't believe his eyes… this isn't her room! This is the bathroom!
He stuttered in embarrassment, confused in every possible way, "O-Oh! Minako, I-I…! I thought this was your room!" He trembled in fear. His gut instinct was to get out of there pronto, "I-I'm sorry!" With a swift turn, he quickly stepped out of the room and closed the door, trying to catch his breath. What had just happened? He figured he could recall the incident safely from his room.
Once on his floor, inside his room, Ken covered himself in his blankets. He was afraid of Minako coming downstairs and yelling at him, possibly beating him up. How was he supposed to know THAT was the bathroom?! He didn't know! It wasn't his fault! He knew he was going to get hell for that… He also had another feeling... was Minako naked? 'Of course she had to be, dumbass, she was taking a bath,' he thought, 'You don't take a bath with clothes on.' He blushed at what he could remember seeing of her. He didn't see much, but he saw enough. Her delicate shoulders, her slight muscle from using her weapon, her wet hair… His thoughts of her floated away as he heard a sharp knock at his door. He winced, "Who is it…?"
There was no answer, just an opening of the door. It was Minako, redressed and her hair down, still damp from the bath.
Ken nuzzled beneath his blankets and shivered, closing his eyes in fear, "I-I said I was sorry! Please don't be mad at me, I just wanted to talk to you!" He hadn't realized that he had started shouting, "I-I didn't know it was the bathroom, I thought it was your room! It didn't say it was the bathroom…!"
Minako chuckled lightly and sat on his bed with him, "It's okay, Ken. I know you wouldn't have barged in if you knew,"
He opened his eyes in surprise and looked up at her, "So… you're not mad at me?"
"No, I'm not mad," she said and smiled to him.
He smiled back and chuckled, "Good." Though he still felt an awkward presence in the air and looked down.
"What did you want to talk about, Ken?" She remembered that he said he wanted to talk and figured she would bring it up.
"O-Oh, it was nothing. I was just confused about feelings, I… I don't know if I wanna talk about it anymore," he laughed a little and scratched behind his head. He lost his appetite for talking and just wanted to be alone for now.
"Alright. If you still want to talk later, I'll be upstairs. I'll even sit in the lounge area so you know where I'll be, okay?" She tried to reassure him.
He nodded and smiled, "Okay, maybe later,"
She smiled and rubbed his head, messing up his hair a little. He chuckled and shook his head to rearrange it, but by the time he moved the hair out of his face, she had already gotten up and left his room.
