Sakuramoria

After managing to calm her breathing, Futaba was about to snap back and chase away whoever it was, but feeling that it would trigger another coughing fit, she changed her mind. A more energy-efficient option was to get up, walk over, and glare fiercely at the intruder.
Still barefoot, wearing only her underwear and a t-shirt, she shuffled to the door, opened it, leaned forward, and fixed her gaze on the annoying Stella – as she had planned in her mind. However, after doing so in one swift motion, she found her face buried in the other person's blouse, at about head level. Startled by the unexpectedness, she looked around in confusion at the person standing before her.
- ...What?