I made it halfway down the stairs before I thought of something.

"Hey, she doesn't have a boyfriend who I'm going to piss off with this gesture, right?" I asked as I quickly popped my head back into the apartment.

"No."

"Oh, okay." And I went back downstairs.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

I waited by the door with the platter behind my back. The door opens and I'm greeted by a less than cheery face.

"What are you doing here?" Himegami asked, clearly none too pleased.

"Hey, there, Himegami."

"How do you know my name?"

"My roommate, Isamu, told me."

"Isamu?! Ugh, I hate that guy."

"... yeah, I kind of hate him, as well."

"You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?" She was clearly getting quite annoyed.

"Well, I was the guy who fell on you and-"

"Yes, I know who you are! Coming back for a second feel?!"

"What? No! I just felt bad about what happened and I wanted to apologize."

"Well, that's nice and all, but it still happened. I could try to burn the memory out of you, though!" As she said that, I could see a little red blur a couple inches from her head.

"Well, I guess I deserve that, so if you want to, go ahead."

"Wh-what?" she said shocked.

"Go ahead. It only seems right."

"Um…" In that moment something caught my eye.

"Wait a second." It was a young man in her apartment. Shirtless.

"Who- who is that?! I came here because I felt bad. I made you a platter of desserts," I said as I revealed them, "and deep-fried them because I felt bad."

"Wait, you don't understand."

"Shut up! I went through hours of thought and preparation because I ACCIDENTALLY touched your boob because I fell. But apparently, it doesn't matter who feels you up, you…. you, floozy!" I threw the desserts on the ground and stormed off. Wow, floozy. That's the best I could come up with? I really told her.

I stormed into the apartment, "I can't believe this!" I must have seemed pretty pissed because Isamu seemed scared.

"Dude, dude, I'm sorry. Oh, but it's so hilarious."

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I took my shirt off. I like to get comfortable at home on the weekends.

"I should have told you, but I thought getting your ass kicked would be a great hazing prank. Himegami is an insanely good fighter whose number one hatred is perversion. Plus, she's got her own fanclub who stalks her and they don't take kindly to guys looking at her much less getting to second base. You look alright, though. Still, I'd watch your back if I were you. Like this one time, I was totally macking on this girl and we were-"

"Is this story necessary to make your point?"

"No, I just like to brag about it."

"This doesn't make any sense, though. She did seem ready to whup me for a while, but she's definitely not averse to perversion. She had a guy at her apartment without a shirt."

"Wait, did he have red hair, a…." he went on to give an exact description of the guy.

"Yeah."

"Oh, buddy, that's her roommate, Takeru."

"That was a girl?!"

"What? No. He's a guy."

"How indecent!"

"Yeah. He's a lucky guy. Three female roommates. One of them insists she's his fiance."

"Okay, we'll get back to that weird last sentence later, but wait, you're saying she wasn't sleeping with him?"

"No way. She hates him."

"I have to go back and apologize," I said, putting my shirt and shoes back on.

"Wait, why? What happened?"

"When I saw him, I flipped out. She tried to explain, but I told her to shut up. Then, I called her a floozy and threw the desserts to the ground."

"Floozy? Were you born in the 20's?"

"I know it was ridiculous, but I was flustered."

"What should I do now? I feel so bad."

"Heck if I know."

"Wow, you're such a big help."

I decided it was best if I thought through my next step for a while. She seems to have a short temper and I might have really offended her.