Hikari emerges from the bathroom clad in a slightly oversized t-shirt--it comes about a third of the way down her thighs--and nothing else, her hair still soaked down in stringy strands and skin slightly dewy from the shower.  And had she ever needed it!  Her days have become awfully exciting lately, when you consider that even a 'slow' day now consists of winding up half-naked in a public park and conversing with curious demons.  That sort of active lifestyle builds up a bit more sweat and grime than she cares for, though, so it's a massive relief to finally wash herself clean; in a sense, spraying away the dirt is her way of declaring the day officially over and putting herself at rest.<br/><br/>The small house she normally shares with her mother is quiet, as the matron of the home is out for the evening.  For once, the drone of the television can't be heard in the background, as the lack of classes gave her plenty of time to catch her favorite cartoons without having to build up a TiVo backlog.  The majority of the lights are already off, with just a lamp on in the living room and another in her room, as she had already decided to go straight from the shower to bed.  The long shadows are more comforting than menacing, though, in the way that only familiar places can be.<br/><br/>The ample-chested teen hums to herself softly as she enters her room--it sounds like "Ichirin no Hana" by High and Mighty Color--and immediately turns to her dresser, bending over to open the bottom (underwear) drawer.  Though she's normally the pajama type, she left them somewhere in Tokyo when she decided to switch to a senshi costume mid-crisis, so until she picks up some replacements, she's going to have to settle for the 'old t-shirt and panties' regalia; of course, no one larger than her has ever lived in the household, so the biggest t-shirt she could find is still a bit tight on the chest, especially with the way the fabric clings to her faintly damp skin...