I was re-reading To Love-Ru Darkness. It appears that it ended with 102 chapters, I read 95 chapters, and yet I only can find it online at 77 chapters. It has not been updated at all. Since I was reading it, I got the idea, 'Let's add a beautiful clumsy woman'. So enjoy

Hikigaya Hachiman wandered through the maze-like corridors of the University of Tokyo's science department, his eyes scanning the signs as he searched for his classroom. The crisp scent of chemicals and the sterile atmosphere sharply contrasted with the humanities buildings he was used to. His first year at the university was proving to be as demanding as he'd expected.

As he reached a staircase, he noticed a striking woman descending it. She had long, flowing light brown hair, and her bright green eyes, framed by stylish glasses, gleamed with determination and a hint of nervousness. Hikigaya couldn't help but be drawn to her presence.

Just as he took a step to climb the stairs, she let out a small yelp and stumbled. Reacting instantly, Hikigaya lunged forward, grabbing the back of her blouse just in time. She hovered inches above the floor, her expression a blend of shock and embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" Hikigaya asked, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

The woman was about to thank him when the button of her blouse popped. In an instant, she landed softly on the ground, her blouse still in Hikigaya's hand. His eyes widened in horror as he realized the awkward situation.

"Oh no," she murmured, her face turning crimson as she clutched her exposed torso.

Hikigaya glanced around, spotting an empty classroom nearby. Realizing they needed to get out of sight before anyone else saw, he bent down to help her. "We need to get out of here," he said quietly but urgently.

The woman nodded, too mortified to speak, and allowed him to guide her into the empty classroom, where he shut the door behind them. The room fell silent, save for their breathing.

The only light came through the open window blinds, casting stripes of sunlight across the floor and walls. Hikigaya turned away quickly as he caught sight of her pink strapless bra, his cheeks warming. Despite his quick reaction, the image of her fair skin, her smooth stomach, and the gentle curves of her figure lingered in his mind.

Clearing his throat, he focused. "Here's your top," he said, holding it out without turning around.

"Th-thank you," she stammered, her voice barely audible. Realizing her state, she took the blouse from him, her cheeks flushed as she quickly slipped her arms into the sleeves and began buttoning it up.

After a moment, she spoke, her voice more composed. "I'm done. You can turn around now."

Relieved to see her fully dressed, Hikigaya faced her. She managed a small, embarrassed smile. "Thank you for your help... and your discretion," she said sincerely.

"No problem," he replied with a reassuring smile. "Just be careful next time, okay?"

She nodded, still flustered. "I'm Amaya Kisaragi, by the way. I'm in the last year of my doctorate in Bioengineering."

Hikigaya raised an eyebrow in surprise. "A doctorate student? You look so young. I'm Hikigaya Hachiman, a first-year. I was just looking for my classroom when... well, this happened."

Amaya chuckled nervously. "I get that a lot. It's nice to meet you, Hikigaya. And thank you again for your help."

"Nice to meet you too, Kisaragi-san," he replied, feeling an unexpected camaraderie. "And don't worry about it. We all have our moments."

As they exited the classroom, Hikigaya felt that this odd encounter might mark the beginning of a unique friendship. But before he could finish his train of thought, he noticed an item on the ground: a cell phone.

I walked through the courtyard, my expression a mix of determination and mild frustration. I'd just changed into a tracksuit after an unfortunate incident at the emergency shower and eye wash station left me soaked. Now, I was searching for my missing cell phone, which I'd realized was gone after the chaos of the day.

As I scanned the ground, hoping to spot my phone, a familiar voice called out.

"Kisaragi-san!" Hikigaya Hachiman jogged over, holding something in his hand. "Is this yours?"

Relief flooded me as I recognized my cell phone in his hand. "Yes, that's mine! Thank you so much, Hikigaya!" I exclaimed, bowing deeply in gratitude.

In my flustered state, however, things took a turn. As I bowed, I somehow managed to unzip my tracksuit jacket, and at the same time, my tracksuit pants slipped down to my ankles, leaving me standing there in just my gray tank top, with everything else exposed.

Hikigaya blinked, momentarily stunned. My fair skin contrasted sharply against the gray of my tank top, outlining the lines of my toned figure. Despite my embarrassment, I somehow managed to look both graceful and utterly mortified.

My face heated up as Hikigaya sighed, his expression a mix of exasperation and patience. "Kisaragi-san, you need to be more careful," he said gently but firmly.

"Thank you for finding my phone... and for not making a big deal out of this," I stammered, quickly pulling up my pants and zipping up my jacket, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"It's fine," he replied, handing me my phone. "Just… try to stay out of trouble, okay?"

I nodded, looking down but feeling genuinely grateful. "I will. Thank you again, Hikigaya. I appreciate it."

As he turned to leave, I started to relax, though my cheeks still tingled with embarrassment. Then, just as I took a step, I stumbled—again. My right sandal slipped off, sailing through the air straight toward Hikigaya.

The sandal landed squarely on his head, and he winced, rubbing the spot. My heart sank in horror. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Hikigaya! Are you okay?"

He looked at me with amusement and exasperation, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I'm fine, Kisaragi-san. Just a bit surprised, that's all."

Feeling a pang of guilt, I bit my lip, searching for a way to make it up to him. "Let me treat you to lunch? It's the least I can do for all the trouble I've caused."

He hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, lunch sounds good. Let's go for ramen."

o000

As we walked to a nearby ramen shop, the warm, comforting aroma of broth and spices surrounded us, helping me relax. We found a cozy corner, ordered our meals, and began chatting. Between bites, we laughed, and the embarrassment from earlier started to fade.

But, of course, my luck had other plans. As I reached for my bag to leave, my elbow knocked my bowl, spilling the remaining broth all over me. I looked in horror at my soaked tracksuit and gray tank top, the warm broth clinging to my clothes.

"Oh no!" I gasped, absolutely mortified.

Hikigaya couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Kisaragi-san, you are a walking disaster, aren't you?"

I managed a small laugh despite myself. "I guess I am. I'm so sorry, Hikigaya. I really can't seem to stop causing trouble."

He waved a hand dismissively. "It's fine. Let's get you cleaned up. My apartment isn't far from here. You can change there."

I followed him, carefully clutching my bag to avoid dripping broth everywhere. At his apartment, he handed me a clean towel and one of his oversized shirts.

"Here, you can change into this," he said, nodding toward the bathroom down the hall.

Taking the shirt and towel gratefully, I managed a smile. "Thank you, Hikigaya. I appreciate it."

In the bathroom, I closed the door and let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the day slowly lift. Eager to rinse away the ramen scent and the lingering embarrassment, I turned on the shower and stepped under the warm spray. The water cascaded over my skin, washing away the tension and loosening the knots in my muscles. As the warmth enveloped me, I tilted my head back, letting the droplets trace soothing trails down my neck and shoulders, easing my mind and body.

After a few moments, I lingered under the heat, savoring the quiet calm of the steamy bathroom. Reluctantly, I turned off the water and reached for a plush towel hanging by the door. As I stepped out, however, I misjudged my footing, and my toe collided sharply with the doorframe.

"Ow!" I yelped, instinctively bending down to clutch my throbbing toe, my hand pressed to my chest as I winced at the sudden pain.

Just then, the bathroom door swung open. "Kisaragi-san, are you alright—"

I looked up, startled, just as the towel slipped from my grasp, leaving me completely exposed in a moment of frozen shock. Steam hung in the air, and I felt my face turn crimson as Hikigaya's wide-eyed gaze took in the sight. The cool air seemed to heighten every sensation, and my damp hair clung to my bare shoulders and back.

"Hikigaya!" I gasped, flailing as I tried to cover myself, my mortification only deepening with my clumsy, ineffective attempts.

His face flushed as he quickly averted his eyes, letting out a long, resigned sigh. "Kisaragi-san," he muttered, his voice somewhere between exasperation and sympathy, "you need to be more careful."

"I... I know," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper as I hastily wrapped the towel around myself, my hands trembling. "I'm so sorry… this is just… so embarrassing…"

Without looking back, he kept his gaze firmly to the side. "It's okay," he said softly. "Just get dressed. I'll be outside."

As the door closed behind him, I stood in stunned silence, cheeks flaming, one hand pressed to my heart. This was, by far, the most embarrassing moment of my life. Yet, despite the awkwardness, I felt a strange sense of gratitude for his calmness and understanding in such an impossible situation.

0o00

Sitting beside Hikigaya on the floor, my cheeks felt warm from the earlier… mishap. Now wrapped in one of his oversized T-shirts, which reached mid-thigh, I tried to focus on our conversation. Despite everything, talking to him felt surprisingly natural, and for the first time all day, I began to relax.

I glanced at him, noticing his subtle glances toward the bathroom. It was surreal knowing he'd taken it upon himself to wash my blouse, skirt, underwear, pantyhose… even my tracksuit and tank top. Not exactly how I'd imagined winding down today, but he'd handled it so kindly, even if he looked a bit embarrassed.

Suddenly, I remembered the documents I needed to review before tomorrow. I leaned forward, preparing to crawl across the floor toward my bag, when Hikigaya's voice stopped me, a hint of alarm cutting through his usual deadpan tone.

"Kisaragi-san," he murmured, his eyes wide and averted. "I... I can see... it. Your... uh... nether region."

I froze, horrified, and quickly sat back down, tugging the T-shirt as low as it would go. My face felt like it was on fire. "Oh no—I'm so sorry!" I stammered, mortification making my words rush out in a breathless flurry. I clasped my hands in my lap, hoping to regain some dignity.

Trying to ease the tension, he pulled the documents I needed out of my bag and handed them to me, giving a little nod as if to say, "all good." I started reviewing the papers, but as I spotted a small mistake and reached for my pen, I leaned forward again to grab it.

"Kisaragi-san!" Hikigaya blurted out, his eyes widening as his face flushed. "I… I can see… your... breast."

Realization hit as I looked down, noticing how the neckline of his shirt gaped just enough to offer an unintended view. I sat up quickly, hand flying to the collar, my face flaming with embarrassment.

"I-I'm so sorry, Hikigaya! I didn't even realize…" I mumbled, voice barely above a whisper, avoiding his gaze. We sat in awkward silence for a beat, neither of us knowing what to say.

He cleared his throat, finally breaking the quiet. "Maybe… uh, you should just sit back," he suggested, still clearly flustered. And as mortifying as the whole situation was, I couldn't help but feel a warmth that wasn't just from embarrassment. His patience with my clumsiness, his way of looking out for me even in these awkward situations—it was unexpectedly… endearing.

Then, as if my luck hadn't thrown enough surprises, I found myself in the most compromising position yet. My mind whirled as I realized I'd tripped over my bag while reaching for it, and somehow landed… squarely on Hikigaya. I could barely process that I was sitting on his face—without any… panties—before a wave of pure panic hit me.

Frantically, I scrambled to stand up, only to lose my balance again. In my flustered attempt, I brought my elbow down on his stomach, making him groan as I clumsily tried to regain control of the situation.

"Oh my—Hikigaya, I'm so sorry!" I gasped, unable to meet his gaze, even though I could feel his bewildered expression and flushed cheeks.

After a moment, he exhaled a long, patient sigh and lifted me by the shoulders, placing me, with finality, onto his lap. "Alright, Kisaragi-san," he murmured, an almost resigned tone in his voice. "We're just… going to keep you sitting right here for now."

Sitting on his lap, I stayed as still as possible, staring at my knees, embarrassed beyond words. But Hikigaya didn't seem angry, which somehow made me feel even more flustered. Trying to break the awkwardness, I finally muttered, "Um… Hikigaya-kun, could I have a glass of water, please?"

Without a word, he gently lifted me off his lap, setting me carefully on the bed as though I were a fragile object he was afraid might break again. "Don't move," he said firmly, heading to his small kitchenette.

I watched as he poured a glass of water, and some refreshments as well, and brought them over to me. I reached out with a shaky hand, offering a small, grateful smile. He met my eyes with a faint smirk, and despite everything, I couldn't help but feel a warm flicker in my chest.

00o0

As Hikigaya gently lifted me and set me on his bed, a mix of gratitude and embarrassment churned in my chest. "Don't move," he instructed, then headed to the bathroom to fetch my freshly washed clothes.

Left alone, I took a moment to look around his room, hoping to distract myself from the whirlwind of awkwardness that today had become. When he returned, my clothes were neatly folded in his hands. "Here you go," he said, handing them over with an expression that was both amused and concerned.

I took a deep breath, ready to change. But as I started to pull my blouse over my head, I lost my balance and, in a moment of sheer clumsiness, headbutted Hikigaya's stomach. "Oof!" he groaned, doubling over slightly as I recoiled in horror. "Are you trying to kill me, Kisaragi-san?"

"I—I'm so sorry!" I stammered, my face heating up. This was quickly turning into the most mortifying day of my life.

Hikigaya turned away to give me some privacy, and I took the chance to quickly dress, hoping to avoid further mishaps. With him facing the wall, though, I still felt his awareness lingering in the air, ready to help if I stumbled again. I hurriedly slipped into my undergarments, blouse, and skirt, taking extra care not to trip over myself.

Once I was fully dressed, Hikigaya turned back, helping me sit back down to put on my pantyhose without incident. Feeling more composed, I stood by the door, ready to head out. "Thank you for everything, Hikigaya-kun. I appreciate it," I said softly.

As he walked me to the genkan, the last thing I wanted was another accident. But as I turned to leave, I misjudged my step and banged my head against the doorknob. "Ow!" I yelped, wincing as Hikigaya let out a heavy sigh.

"Seriously, Kisaragi-san?" he muttered, rubbing his temples in disbelief.

I cringed, realizing I'd also accidentally slipped into his shoes. "I'm sorry! This day just keeps getting worse," I groaned, flustered.

Without missing a beat, he took my hand, his warmth surprising me. "I'll walk you home," he said, steady and reassuring, as if trying to offset the chaos of our day.

As we walked, hand in hand, a pleasant warmth spread through me, despite the lingering embarrassment. I glanced down, realizing that our fingers were interlocked—a detail that felt unexpectedly intimate. My heart raced, and I couldn't help but notice the faint blush creeping over Hikigaya's cheeks. This must be the wrong way to hold hands, I thought, self-conscious.

Soon, we arrived at my house, where I turned to thank him. "You live here alone?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

I shook my head. "No, I live with my parents and younger sister," I replied, steadying my voice. The relief on Hikigaya's face surprised me. "I see, that's good. I was a bit worried," he admitted, his brow slightly furrowed.

After a brief exchange of goodbyes, I turned to go inside, but as I took a step, I stumbled, feeling the ground tilt beneath me. "Ah!" I yelped, reaching out instinctively to steady myself. Hikigaya, seeing me fall, lunged forward, trying to help, but instead, I dodged his hands, landing directly on top of me—his face buried in my chest.

A mix of shock and mortification surged through me. What just happened? I thought, flustered, instinctively reaching to steady his head, which only pressed him closer. "Oh no!" I gasped, barely able to process the situation.

"Hikigaya!" I squeaked, my voice barely above a whisper, as I felt the heat flood my cheeks. His muffled groan was somehow endearing, but I had no idea how to escape this predicament without making things worse.

"S-sorry!" I stammered, my hands fumbling as I tried to gently push him away, somehow only holding him tighter. "Are you… alright?"

After what felt like an eternity, he finally lifted his head, his face a deep shade of red that matched my own. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," he managed, clearly flustered.

I couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, relieved yet painfully embarrassed. This is not how I imagined today ending, I thought, wishing I could disappear.

Biri Biri

I noticed my blouse had ripped slightly at the seam. Horrified, I turned, only to see my skirt slip to the floor. Frozen in shock.

Once inside, I rushed to my room, my heart racing, unable to shake the heat from my cheeks. I darted into my room and shut the door.

Slumping against it, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. Finally, I changed into my tracksuit, which felt wonderfully secure and comfortable. I could hear Hikigaya's voice —a blend of concern and mild exasperation.

Though the day had been a slapstick comedy of errors, as I sat on my bed, replaying it in my mind, I couldn't deny a small thrill. Somehow, in the middle of all the chaos, I felt a bit closer to Hikigaya, and that thought alone brought warmth to my chest.

I walked over to the mirror, catching sight of my disheveled hair and damp forehead, and couldn't help but laugh. What a day, I thought, shaking my head. Gathering my courage, I resolved to face him again—hopefully with fewer mishaps. Later my mom brought in my torn clothes.

Omake: Hikigaya

As Hikigaya carefully lifted Amaya and set her on his bed, he noticed the mix of gratitude and embarrassment on her face. Her petite frame felt delicate in his arms, and he became acutely aware of her soft warmth against him. "Don't move," he instructed firmly, feeling a strange blend of protectiveness and awkwardness surge through him.

His heart raced as he took in the way her T-shirt clung to her, the gentle rise and fall of her chest adding an unexpected warmth to the moment. Her slightly tousled hair framed her flushed cheeks, drawing attention to her captivating emerald-green eyes that seemed to hold a world of emotion. For a brief second, he couldn't shake the thought of her slender waist under his grip, hyper-aware of every small detail.

He headed to the bathroom to retrieve her clothes, trying to shake off the strange sensation building in his chest. As he walked away, he felt regret, not wanting to leave her alone, even for a moment. The image of her sitting there—nervous, vulnerable, yet undeniably beautiful—lingered in his mind, marking a connection forming through all the chaos.

Once in the bathroom, he opened the dryer and pulled out Kisaragi's clothes. The soft, warm fabric filled the air with a faint scent of detergent, but his pulse quickened for different reasons. Handling each item, he tried to maintain his composure.

The first piece was her blouse—simple, yet elegant. The soft material crinkled slightly in his hands, and he smoothed it out, noting it draped delicately. "This shouldn't be too hard," he muttered, focusing on the task.

Then he reached for her skirt. It felt heavier than expected, and as he folded it, he couldn't help but picture how it hugged her figure. A blush crept onto his cheeks, reminding himself it was just laundry.

Then came the moment of truth. He hesitated briefly before picking up her strapless bra, his hands trembling as he unfolded it. The size and delicate structure sent his thoughts spiraling. "They're… large," he thought, racing at the implications. Steadying himself, he focused on folding it carefully, though each motion felt strangely intimate, a knot tightening in his stomach with each fold.

He finally managed to set it aside, breathing a quiet sigh of relief, only to be faced with her panty. His face flushed deeper as he picked it up. "This is just laundry. Just laundry," he repeated, but the implications lingered.

With one last deep breath, he neatly stacked everything, doing his best to mask the turmoil within. Each piece had somehow felt more loaded than it should, yet he maintained an outward calm. He finished folding her tracksuit and tank top, placing everything together in a tidy pile.

When he returned to Kisaragi, who sat waiting on the bed, still flustered, he handed her the clothes. "Here you go," he said, keeping his voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts.

As he was about to leave to give her privacy, a sudden commotion pulled his attention. He watched in disbelief as she hurriedly pulled her blouse over her head, only to lose her balance and accidentally headbutt him in the stomach.

"Oof!" he exclaimed, doubling over as he processed what happened. "Are you trying to kill me, Kisaragi-san?"

"I-I'm so sorry!" she stammered her face a deep shade of crimson that made him want to laugh despite the absurdity. This became the most mortifying day for both of them. With a sigh, he realized he couldn't leave her like this. "I'll stay here, just in case. Go ahead and change," he said gently.

Turning away, he tried to grant her privacy, but the weight of the situation still lingered. He could sense her determination to regain her composure, a bit amusing given her clumsiness but admirable nonetheless.

As he stood there, he heard the rustling of fabric, each sound pulling him back into the moment. He glanced over cautiously, and his breath caught as he saw Kisaragi bending over to pull up her skirt. The fabric of her panty was snug tightly to her butt, he can see the cameltoe. Her movements were careful yet slightly unsteady, the fabric hugging her figure as she adjusted it around her waist, the sight both captivating and disarming.

"Okay, just sit for a second," he said, regaining focus as he gently helped her back onto the bed to finish dressing. Watching her concentrate on her movements, he couldn't help but admire her resolve, tinged though it was with clumsiness.

Then, reaching for her pantyhose, she sat at the edge of the bed, crossing her legs as she rolled the sheer fabric up. Hikigaya's heart raced as he watched the material glide over her legs, each motion highlighting the delicate lines of her calves. A wave of heat crept to his cheeks, and he quickly averted his gaze, trying to steady himself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kisaragi stood by the door, looking more composed. "Thank you for everything, Hikigaya-kun. I appreciate your help," she said softly, her gratitude clear. He felt an odd satisfaction—gratified to have been there for her at such an unexpected moment.

And as he looked at her, he wondered how they had ended up in such an absurd situation and what this strange connection could mean for them both.